Coming To Canada Short Story

I was not born here in Canada, I'm originally from Haiti. I came to Canada when I was young and I only spoke French and Haitian Creole. In the beginning it was really hard adjusting to the new culture, life, school, making new friends, etc. it was like my world just turned upside down and I had to start all over again. Although Canada is a bilingual country where I was living, which is Windsor Ontario the majority of the people spoke English, most of the schools and government facility were also English places. I used to be really shy and quiet because I was afraid to be judged for not pronouncing or not understand what the words mean that is why when I went to school or any place that required me to speak English I just stayed quietly in a corner.

A young child, Serat migrated to Canada at age 3 from Somalia, East Africa. Living the Canadian dream and Canadian culture while living with her aunt to get a better life.

Canada is a nation built on immigration, and as the world becomes an ever increasingly hostile place more and more have chosen to try and make Canada their home. This melting pot of different cultures has created an overall atmosphere of acceptance, and is teaching younger generations a sense of community, empathy, and togetherness. Sharing our space and learning to grow with different ethnicities has perpetuated our status as a friendly, caring, and loyal nation, that many are willing to risk everything for in exchange for becoming a part of it.

I remember my first day in Canada like it was yesterday. The day I thought my dad had been hit by a car and my mom almost having a heart attack. It all started when we first got to the hotel, in Ontario, Mississauga. My father thought it would be a great idea to explore the area and buy some groceries. My mom, two brothers and I were exhausted due to a fourteen-hour flight from Dubai to Toronto so we decided to stay and take a nap. I woke up at 7 pm to silence. I thought my dad had come back and took a nap, but when I went to wake up parents, it was only my mother. At that point, I started freaking out, it’s been 4 hours since my father left. I woke up my mother and told her my dad hadn’t come back yet. My mother tried to call my father, but his phone was off. She then went to the security of the building and talked to him. The security guard asked my mother

Canada is a nation made up of many people and events that help illustrate an image of what people think of us. Canada is a country with over 130 years of history so it can be difficult to choose which specific moments define it and a variety of different themes to choose from. I know that The Battle of Passchendaele was a very important occasion that helped establish Canadian Military Achievement. Women’s Rights have been fought for many years and are still being fought for in Canada I think Flappers helped boost this issue. English-French relations have been very tense in the past, the FLQ Crisis played a major role in this theme. With the Syrian Crisis happening many Syrians need to leave their country in order to be safe, Canada is one of the countries which are letting in refugees with 25,000 entering through 2015-16 this helps establish Canada’s Role on the International stage. I believe that these events are the most important ones that have occurred and I will be discussing them in further detail in this report.

My mom Andrea Svank moved from Hungary to Canada in 1998. My mom was born July 19th, 1970 she was born in Nyíregyháza, Hungary. She got the idea to move to Canada because her husband Joszef Svank (my dad) went to Canada to visit his aunt and uncle for 8 months before they met. When they met he always talked about how nice Canada is and that one day when there married he wants to move to Canada.

When my family and I moved from Canada to United States 6 years ago, it was very hard for me and I had to meet and make a new group of friends. I was born in Canada, and I lived in Ottawa all my life until my family and relocated to Atlanta in 2011. At the time of the move, I was eleven years old and I had just finished Grade 5. I remember when my mom told me that we were moving to Atlanta, Georgia I didn’t know where that city was because I only knew the cities in Canada and not in Georgia. I was very sad and excited to move to a new city. I knew I would lose my friends in Canada but I also knew I would get to meet and make some new ones when I get to Atlanta.

It’s been almost five years since my family has moved to Canada, and I have never felt left out before. I never thought I ever would, but ever since I started attending school in Canada I had the fear that no one would like me.

Immigrating to Canada six years ago has given me many opportunities. Being able to adapt to a new country, culture and learning a new language takes time and courage and a positive attitude. I have struggled learning to speak and write English, but despite that, I have demonstrated confidence in my actions and I have continued to make progress. Learning to cooperate with everyone with empathy has helped me gain self-reliance, confidence, and courage to help everyone regardless of their race, gender or beliefs. The word volunteer was not in my vocabulary until I moved to Canada, to which I am so grateful to have learned.

The Indigenous people's story have impacted Canada's identity. We were thought to be multicultural, but we are truly not multicultural until we get the Indigenous people's culture back. If we re-teach the Indigenous children their religion then it is possible for Canada to truly be multicultural. Canada's identity has been impacted by the Indigenous

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.

Canada is a beautiful country and has given me so much in return. It is an accepting, inclusive, multicultural, and diverse country. In Canada, all cultures are celebrated, and people are not discriminated against their religion, culture, race, skin colour, gender, abilities, or disabilities. Canada has a very good immigration policy compared to other western countries. Every year, more immigrants and refugees come to Canada.

The composition of Canada’s population today is very different than it was many decades ago. In years prior to World War II Canada’s ethnic homegenetity was made up of mostly the British and French, although Canada was previously inhabited by Natives. However, people began a migration process that saw increased movement of people from one place to another through the world. Canada, being one of the classical migration countries began to pull immigrants at one period, then a push occurred after the world war that saw emigration out of Canada. This was followed by another period of pull factors that saw an expansion in the makeup of Canada’s ethnic population. According to Beaujot (2003) these push and pull factors are based on immigrant social and life course choices. The following are some of the ways that migration have influenced the ethnic

In journey of this life we are exploring many events and experiences which are most important to us. This experiences we gain it could be lesson for some of us, it could be mistake we made or it could be most memorable experience ever gained. Here are some of the experience that I gained in my life winning geography award, transition from middle school to high school and moving to Canada.

As I walked to the parking lot where my mom had arrived to pick me up from school, my sister ran out of the car, ran towards me and yelled excitedly, “We’re going to Canada!” Having grown up in Kuwait for my whole life of 15 years, I could hardly believe my sister’s words. Going to Canada! I had only been out of the country twice, each time just to vacation and visit family in the Philippines where both my parents are from. I had always imagined what life would be like outside of Kuwait, and now it was finally going to be real. My 15-year old self was devastated - We were leaving the only home I had known for 15 years. It did not take long for my sisters’ excitement to die when we realized that we would be leaving our friends and everything we’ve ever known and not returning for a long time. Life in Kuwait for 15 years was comfortable and we were more than financially stable. Moving to Canada without a job offer in place meant that we would have to start from the beginning all over again. Goodbyes were hard but my parents encouraged us to see the joys of moving to a place where we could start over and become accepted citizens of a country. Arriving in Canada, I experienced the biggest culture shock of my life. Vancouver, BC was cold, wet, and loud. I had thought adjusting would be relatively easy; I spoke English with a slight accent but I was very shy that it confused some of the other kids to think I couldn’t speak English. I did not understand the culture, which took a