Commentary 1: Refugees areal deadly facing an awful life and a tough screening process, but even after it is all over their lives will still be far worse than ours. They will be disrespected and have trouble socially fitting into this new
Every individual will undergo many journeys throughout their lifetime - without journeys, they would be limited in experience and knowledge, and this is highlighted in many examples of media and literature. The nature of journeys also have an impact on the individual; the journey may be harsh, stressful or confusing. Anh Do’s The Happiest Refugee (2010) and Peter Skrzynecki's Migrant Hostel (1975) are two texts that convey the transformative, unstable, segregative and communicative nature of journeys.
My name is Olive Batamuliza, am a student at the Fred G Costa Job Corps. In Tucson Arizona. I originally came from before they had children Africa, I was born in Rwanda and I grew up there, my parents are originally from Congo, and moved to live in Rwanda many years ago. When I became twelve I was supposed to graduate from school, I was at the top of my class and successful in my studies, however, there were in our country became many problem. My parent separated from one another and we weren’t sure if we would ever be reunited again.
A refugee is a person who was forced to leave their country. Whether it be from warfare or natural disaster, their homes are no longer safe to live in, so they need to relocate elsewhere. Once someone sets foot on the journey of becoming a refugee, they become vulnerable and dependent with no sense of what the future will bring. In an attempt to accommodate them, first world countries with the resources necessary to assist these refugees, are struggling to determine whether or not they should step-in and help. Some argue that taking them in could come with excessive consequences, while others believe they could be assets. Although there may be a few consequences, they are outweighed by the benefits and undeniable severity of the situation.
Hello I am Dieng Anyuon and now I am a resident of Des Moines, Iowa. Now I have 7 siblings not including me, and another one on the way. I am the child of a widowed single mother, who works hard to make sure her kids can have the best lives that she can make for them. My older brother and sister were on track to be the first people from
I am a veteran, I served the United States Air Force for 14 great and honorable years. I was a combat medic and I loved my job to the fullest. Now, the only thing people see after an interview that I am qualified for, is that I have a felony conviction. I take responsibility for what I did and I regret hurting anyone. For 14 years I helped heal people, not hurt them. I want to tell you a brief overview about my life because I want to ask for a Governors pardon or an exoneration.
Following the Arab Spring, there has been a massive refugee surge from nations such as Syria, Iraq, and Libya. The vast numbers of refugees and asylum seekers often masks the increasing numbers of young highly-educated intellectuals who are emigrating from the region. These young professionals often flee the region through opportunities such as legal work abroad and through studying at international universities.
My home has been a place of many medical incedents. My mother has had countless operations before i was old enough to understand. I was three years old for her first one, and I tried to be the a good son. I hoped that if I loved her enough, her surgery would go well and shed be ok. When i had gotten older, i had become much more fearful for her welbeing, but my grandmother was always there to calm ma down and not lose it.
How are you doing? You are so right about your service been needed . I am relocating to your neighborhood from Australia. I recently got a contract with a company on a private research job. However, i need someone that will help in running some few errands and pet sitting.
have you ever wonder how it is to be an immigrant? Traveling over the border to actually be free? To have better job opportunities, to let your children be able to receive the education. Tuesday, November 8. Karla Rodriguez, a senior high school. Shes a regular citizen. On election day, a day to choose our president. Karla was ready. She was ready to go through what was expected. Karla got dressed on a Tuesday morning, getting ready for school. As she left her room, she went downstairs for breakfast. As she stumble down the stairs, her brothers son started crying. She went back upstairs to go check on the baby. After she was done with the baby, she went downstairs and heard yelling in the kitchen. She heard her abuela and mom fighting over
I am who I am today because of my parents, first my dad worked so hard in order to be able to pay to get our papers and be able to legally come into the country. The immigration process took more than 10 years. We were only able to see my dad once a year because he was here working and saving up to bring the family together. In July of 1998 just 3 months before I was born my sister Elena passed away before being able to come into the country, she waited for so long to reunite with my dad and it didn't happen she left before her dream came into reality. When my family was finally able to reunite we made the most of it we enjoyed every second with each other. When I entered school I was known for the Mexican girl who didn't know English however
Eighteen years ago my father and mother decided to leave everyone and everything they loved in Syria to immigrate to the United States. They were willing to give up everything in order to give my brothers and I a proper education. My father and mother knew nothing about the English language or culture and yet they were determined to give us a better life. My mother hasn’t had a chance to see her father, or mother in eighteen years because she wanted my brothers and I get a proper education in order to succeed in life. This great leap of faith my parents took is something that I will never take for granted.
There was a loud bang on the door. I sat up right away along with the other 13 people in my room. A soldier dress in head to toe with his uniform along with a winter jacket. He threw five pieces of bread on the floor and told us to go to work before leaving. The bread only got split upon nine of us; I was one of those nine. I had noticed a young boy did not get a piece so I gave him mine. The boy looked at me with a blank stare and took the bread from my frangile bonny fingers. I stood up, buttoned my shirt and adjusted my shorts. Under that slats of wood I slept on, I hid a scarve that I stole from a dead woman. I pulled it out and tucked it in my shirt so no one would notice. As I stepped out the door frame I felt a chilling breeze up my
I stand here today, to talk to the esteemed and prominent legislators of the United States Congress about those whose voices are often drowned out by the politics of their situation. As a diverse population in educational background, socioeconomic level, and nationality, there is no one-size-fits-all when it comes to those who have immigrated to the United States’. Understanding this eliminates the need for false and harsh assumptions that only create a greater gap between our communities. Having grown up in a community made up of immigrants from every corner of Latin America, I can testify to the work ethic and integrity of the people who shaped me into the person I am today.