Home Is Where You Are Free

Idi Amin, holding military power and eventually acquiring the position of head of state in Uganda in the mid-late twentieth century, is recognized as one world’s most notorious leaders and is believed to be responsible for the deaths of one hundred thousand-five hundred thousand human rights individuals. Amin’s rule is characterized by nepotism, ethnic persecution, and much corruption. During Amin’s rule, he was also responsible for expelling the Indian culture by demanding all individuals of the nationality to leave the continent of Africa. Mississippi Masala, released in 1991 and directed by Mira Nair, tells the story of an Indian family that fleeted Africa to the United States during the reign of Amin. While the plot concentrates on the morals, beliefs, and portrayals of the Indian culture during that particular time frame, it does so through the up’s and down’s of the romantic relationship between Meena, whose family migrated from Africa to the United States, and Demetrius, an African American carpet cleaner who was born and raised in Mississippi. The couple’s relationship is greatly scrutinized by Mina’s family as well as society; however, the end of the film reveals that one’s skin color does not speak to the content of their character.

Family is defined differently for everyone. Family members can live down the street or in another country. Some people have close knit families while others do not. Similarly, home is also defined differently for everyone. Some people might believe that home is just the house they live in, and with each move comes a new home. Others, however, believe that home is where their family is. People use family as a way to define home in slightly different ways. For example, in her essay “On Going Home,” Joan Didion writes about wanting to give her daughter “home” for her birthday. Didion describes her home as being where her family is. In his essay, “Coming Home Again,” Chang-Rae Lee uses his mother as a way of defining his home. In the third

The ideological framework of nomadic citizenship that Joseph builds in her book serves as an excellent framework from which to analyze Mississippi Masala. The issues that she raises in terms of the Asians being forced to move out of Uganda, having to transport their citizenship culturally in order to feel at home, and the multicultural merging of cultural identities among cultural nomads are dealt with also in the film. Mississippi Masala also highlights how racism becomes a part of nomadic citizenship.

In the motion picture, Mississippi Masala, Nair (1992) presents the story of a family from India who was residing in Uganda and whom was forced to leave the country because the government of that country did not want individuals from foreign heritage living in Uganda. This family was forced to move because of their heritage and skin color. In the effort to find a new life, the family sets roots in the United States, in the state of Mississippi, where their only daughter Meena fell in love with Demetrius, a self-employed African American carpet cleaner. When the family discovered that Meena and Demetrius had fallen in love, the family members from both sides were devastated. In Meena’s case, her reputation as an Indian was being questioned, and in Demetrius case, his business was being jeopardized for falling in love with someone from a different culture. Jay, Meena’s dad decided that it was time to move back to Uganda so his daughter would not be married to a black person. However, Meena decided to stay with Demetrius, even without her parents’ consent (Nair, 1992).

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I guess one might call it naivete, but at first, I simply associated home with the single definition of where an individual lived or as something synonymous to an address. As I progressed into high school, and moved yet once again, I realized that was not the case. Now I believe home is an atmosphere created by the people that are surrounding me. I can be anywhere and feel at home as long as I’m with those people. My home is ever changing and developing as new people come in and out of my life. The unforgettable memories and feelings of comfort and love created by the people surrounding me are the cornerstone of my idea of home.

Mira Nair’s Mississippi Marsala is a tale of a new generation’s desire of the exotic other, and the previous generation’s aversion to the others. Meena in particular has a strong sense of unhomeliness; she is torn between the nation she now lives in, the nation she spent her childhood in, and the nation of her ethnic traditions. Her father, Jay’s drive to get back to his home of Uganda, and her mother’s pull to stay in the United States has left Meena with a feeling of ethnic confusion and a drive for her own individual persona. The collective unconscious felt by both Meena and Demetrius’s family is one of strong traditions, this in part keeping them away from fulfilling their jouissance. Meena and Demetrius’s families continue to separate

Numerous modern literary works rely on setting to ignite the plot and enhance the readability of a story. Oftentimes an author incorporates his own opinions and perspective into his literature to better portray the experiences of his characters. The interpretation and comprehension of a story is largely dependent on the inclusion of accounts from the author 's own life and experiences. In Sue Monk Kidd 's The Secret Life of Bees, David Guterson 's Snow Falling on Cedars, and Jhumpa Lahiri 's Interpreter of Maladies, diaspora makes it difficult for the characters to assimilate to the new customs and moral convictions of each new environment.

My mother was wearing a solid, warm, yellow, Tommy Hignifer blouse, paired with a black floral printed skirt, and black Garbo sandals. I needed to also dress up because my mom said it was out of respect when going to church. We were not to wear jeans, t-shirts, gym shoes, or anything that was not considered professional business attire.

Sitting at the dinner table, I shoved a bite of steak in my mouth. Forks and knives scraped at the table, breaking the silence in the air. I grabbed the cold cup that held my drink and glared at my dad. Sitting there, all quietly, as if he had done nothing wrong. He had gone from being the man who would race down stairs when dinner was ready so he could spend time with his family, to the man who was cooped up in his office.

It is no doubt about it that everyone has somewhere that they have adapted to long enough to call it there home! A place they can relax and really be their selves, for some it may have been their grandparents house, aunties house or wherever they felt comfortable. Well I of course felt comfortable in my own home, a four bedroom house on the west side of North Miami. My home in Miami was perfect I had my own room, I was very comfortable there, and it was a place to get away from the world.

What is home? If one looks in a dictionary the answer would come out to be, “The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.” However, for anyone who has had an actual home, they would know that such a term goes much beyond its concrete description. It is an impassioned aspect filled with values and foundation of nurturing. A home is not just an abode built to live in; in fact, that is just a definition of a house. Home is a place where one not only feels comfortable, but a place they look forward to opportunely live in every day. A home is built not by bricks or wood, but with the bond of family. A home is a place that reminds a person of countless memories and values when he walks through a

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What does one call a place where they feel safe? A place where one is surrounded by loved ones? A place where one can forget the worries of the world for even a brief moment. A place where no matter what happens, they will always have a place to return to. They have the deepest of connections with those that live there; connections that they know will never be severed no matter what happens. That is home. Home can be defined as where a person lives or has a permanent residence, but it is more than that when pondering on the emotional connection it has with the heart. A common phrase that is constantly used is “there is no place like home”. It is not because a person misses their previous residence, but due to the many qualities it possesses that could possibly never be found anywhere else. Home is not simply a place where one lives, but a place where love, contentment, and tranquility are abound.

When one thinks about their “home”, they get a comfortable feeling, happiness, tranquility, etc. Now, the feeling that I get when I’m at home is stress, an unknown place, sadness in which causes me to want to escape and live in a fantasy world in my mind. My house isn’t a home to be in or live in at all due to the sour relationship my stepfather has towards me, the confinement and misery, and finally the treatment I receive at home. First, my stepfather and I have a sour relationship due to his fault because he treats me like trash and always talk bad things about me behind my back to my mother or siblings. However, when my mother is home he does not say a word or treat me like dirt but recently my mother has noticed that all he does is talk about me and how I’m no good and he tries to persuade my siblings to hate me. But let’s get one thing straight, even if my siblings resent me which they don’t but if they did, they would know the whole truth about their father and who he really is, for he is the devil. I’m not as a simile, I’m saying it because it is the truth. My stepfather might look like an angel and a person who would seem like they could not hurt a fly but, if he has the chance he will do it behind your back. He made me feel like I lived in hell, in a confinement and misery for he didn’t allow me to text, have friends or even hang out with them. Lastly, he said I couldn’t have a boyfriend and the time he figured I was talking to a guy he went all crazy and