A Pakistani Boy`s Fate Essay

6. It is Jack’s lack of a stable, male role model that is to blame for his actions. To what extent do you agree?

When I was four, my father was deployed to Afghanistan. In Virginia, he left my mother, my elder brother, myself, and my newborn brother. I still remember the day he came home, running to him in the airport along my elder brother, and clinging to my father for dear life. I didn’t understand why he had left; I spent many years in ignorance to the 9/11 attacks, or the reason for why my father was away. It was very frightening, because when your parent is taken away to a country that you can’t even pronounce the name of, and fighting a group so horrible that no one was willing to tell a four year old girl who they were, you become depressed and angry. One day, many years later, I was driving with my father in his small, broken, Volkswagen Beetle,

I grew up in a military family and experienced world turmoil, 9-11, and the War on Terrorism from that perspective. My father retired from the Navy in 2011, and we have lived in Mankato, KS since.

Being a Muslim-American in post 9/11 America has been turbulent. Like most children, I longed to fit in and be accepted, but I also wanted to preserve my native cultural roots. The odds were against me as I struggled to find balance in a place that could barely tolerate me as a child, and would hold deep seated fear of me as an adult. In an attempt to combat this growing reality, I tried looking to the mosques. However, the local mosques were, instead of religious areas, cultural centers, and when the Afghan community in Chicago is non-existent, I remained confused as a Muslim in and out of the mosque.

At the age of 11, my life took a turn. To others, immigration was moving from country to country, but to me, it meant leaving my friends and family behind. On August 7, 2012 we moved to Canada. With all the challenges I was facing from immigration the biggest challenge was finding my identity in which I felt comfortable and knew I belonged. When I came from Pakistan I wore hijab. I was born in the year of 9/11 and that time my dad used to live in America when I grew up, my dad used to tell me what happened to Muslims in America after 9/11 so when my parents told me we were moving to Canada I was frightened to even though I knew that Canada is a different country and it both accepts and respects people of different origin. So when I moved to Canada I knew I had the decision to make, a decision about my identity, decision about who I want to be seen as.

I did not meet with Pt. , I was paged by Lisa Micciulla, front desk in the emergency room to please come to the ED concerning an "urgent" situation regarding this Pt. When I arrived in the ED registration area an MGH Security personnel stopped me to talk with Pt's daughter, Charlene McDonald. Pt's daughter explained she was not being allowed to see her father, who she understands was brought to MGH for surgery after a fall. Explained to Ms. McDonald, I was aware of Pt having a gaurdian, and that there was a court ordered visitation schedule between Ms. McDonald and Pt. She reported this was an extreme situation and she showed me text messages she had sent to Pt's guardian, Attorney Tine Hajjar. I advised I could not allow Ms. McDonald access to Pt. Based on the order from probate court. Ms. McDonald has visits with Pt on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday 11:00 a.m. -4:00 p.m.

During the year of 2014, my mom decided to move to Houston Texas. Before even graduating High school I was living the life of an adult, when my mom moved to Texas she decided to give me the responsibilities to stay with my two little sister for about two months. After the two months of stress having to come to school and taking care of my sisters I felt overwhelm and consumed. My Mom then decided to take my two sisters to Houston to live with her, now I am on my own. No words can describe how I being feeling this years, suffering from depression, humiliation, sadness and loneliness. Without my mom support who has completely giving me her back is even more painful. After all that obstacles during my last two years I have learned that is

My family sold everything we had and started the move to Jordan, but we were stopped at the Jordan-Iraq border. The soldiers at the border proceeded to ask me and my family many questions, like “Why do you want to live in Jordan?” My mom told the men we were to be travelling to the United States eventually. But those soldiers, with hate in their heart, took one look at the women of my family and saw them wearing Hijab. Those men hated Muslims and denied us entry to Jordan. Defeated, we all travelled back towards Iraq and had to take residence with our cousin because we had nothing. Just like when I lost my uncles and friends, I realized that life kept going; my siblings and I went back to school in Iraq. Four months later, good news at last! It was a new year, 2007, and we were going to Syria. I knew this time would be different. We arrived in Syria not long after hearing about it and found ourselves lost in a new world, with no one to come to our aide. We had only one friend there, who thankfully, helped us navigate our way through this new place. We only stayed in Syria for as long as it took to get the rest of the papers in order so we could make the final trip to America. That being only eight months, I didn’t return to school. I missed my family that I had to leave behind in Iraq, but I knew better

A sociologist, demographer and others had been studying Muslim youth after 9-11 found that many of had drifted away from their faith, distant themselves from their own communities, and even changing their names(Elliott). As the Americans have treated Islam as a dangerous religion and treat them as a evil force, the study of the experiment was a “tragic experiment in what happens when people are bumped from belonging from not belonging”(qtd. In Elliott).

Without respect in their society, a balance of fear and friendliness, nobody follows the rules and commands given, and almost none of the boys remain loyal followers to

My names is Pvt. James Mohammad, I’m was being deployed tomorrow the war was ready for me but I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for war. I hadn’t been totally prepared for war yet and my unit didn’t seem to like me after all we were fighting middle easterners’ and I was middle eastern. I was born right here in america and can’t even walk down the street without being stared at or called a terrorist.

"WARNING: THIS ROAD PASSES THROUGH PROCLAIMED BANTU LOCATIONS, ANY PERSON WHO ENTERS THE LOCATIONS WITHOUT A PERMIT RENDERS HIMSELF FOR PROSECUTION FOR CONTRAVENING THE BANTU (URBAN AREAS) CONSOLIDATION ACT 1945, AND THE LOCATION REGULATION ACT OF THE CITY OF JOHANNESBURG, The above message can be found written on larger-than-life signs staked on every road leading to Alexandra"(Mathabane, 3). The above quote is the first statement of the book just to give a taste of what is to come. Throughout Mark Mathabane's life he lived in what we in the United States would call poverty, but in Africa they call it the underclass. After starting to play tennis he became good enough to be able to move to the United States and escape his underclass

My Brother - Personal Narrative My brother is the most influential person in my life. His name is

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.