My Day At My House

I looked at myself at the mirror, drops of water coming out of my eyes like as if it was a rainy day in May. Hearing the news got me so upset and depressed. I sat outside and looked around the place that I have grown up and that meant a lot to me. When I heard that our family was moving to America I was not happy about that.I was angry with my family because I did not want to leave Ethiopia. I did not want to leave my friends and family in Ethiopia. It scared me that I had to leave my old life and start a new one. A month later, it was time to go the airport and get ready to go to the new country. I was nervous; my heartbeat got louder and louder as walked closer to the airport. As I bit my lip, my eyes were dancing to every corner, my legs were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I was sad that I was leaving the place that I called home and that I had to leave all my childhood memories. At the same time, I was excited because I always wondered what it felt like to move to a different country and adapt to a new world, culture, and language. At the airport, I was happy finally come face to face with the big white things that use to fly over my house. I was stunned to see how big they really were. All of the sudden my sadness turned into excitement and I could not wait to start a

I arrived in Canada on February 21, 2013. I was happy and at the same time sad because I didn’t know how to start a new life. The hotel that the immigration booked for us was downtown in one of the oldest part of the city. I got scared and thought Toronto was an old town instead of a modern city. We had only one friend in Canada and she was a full-time teacher and could not visit us that often. I felt so alone at the beginning. I spent my first week in Canada crying like a baby. My tears could fill a whole bathtub. It's so hard to start a new life in a country where you don’t know the language where you have no friends. But, my mom had made her decision and knew that this is the best place for me to study. I now realize that moms can make the best decisions even when they're under a lot of

It was a 26 Nov, 2006 when I got call from my father at my work. Then, he said that our Immigrations visa has been approved. So start your preparation for move. After finishing talking with my father, suddenly different thought started running in my head. I was thinking to myself that I will lose all the good times I used to have with my friends. I will miss my job, coworkers, and parties with my friends. Everyone in our family and friend were very happy, when they came know about our family moving to USA.

On December third, I got ready to come to United State. My bags were in order and my passport with me. The time did not run that was not a piece of cake to me since I wanted to see my family. I went to the airport and I waited five hours on it. When I arrived to Washington D.C, I was enthusiastic. My family was waited me at the airport. When I saw my family, I ran to them and I hug them. It was amazing feelings. My family and I were happy because we finally were together. My father was registration me on VCU. Now I am studying English Language Program after that I will complete my degree to biomedical engineering. I have the best teachers in the world teach my English. This is the last semester in English that will be difficult for me since

We arrived on a day where the sky was pale, and the people’s faces seemed very weary. I convinced myself that everything will be fine by repeating some positive thoughts in my head. The conflict in Iraq was pretty aroused most of the time, and even though my parents and I were Iraqis, people there still looked at us as foreigners, because we did not live in Iraq long enough. However, it was very hard to set an appointment for the passport process, so we waited about six days for it. It was not a pleasant waiting because there was no electricity, for we had to deal with the 120 Fahrenheit weather. My parents knew how difficult it was for me to stay there, even for a short period of time, but no solution they had. I have big dreams to achieve, I also have a big love for my family, and I was not ready to suffer if something would happen to them because of an explosion or a

That day at the airport, I thought about a lot of things while we wait for the plane to take off. Moving to the United States with my sister was a huge turning point for me on so many levels. It meant that I will need to learn a new language and adapt to a new culture. It meant that I will leave my aunt and uncle who have raised me for the past eleven years. It meant that I will live with my mom and see my dad and stepdad for the very first time. My emotion was mixed with excitement, fear, and hesitation.

Last years, I was in Iraq, in Baghdad, in my house with my mom and sister. It was a beautiful weather, when the phone rang and my mom answered, immediately the smile became on her face when she heard we would travel to another country. After the phone closed, she came to us and said,¨we will finally travel to United States,let us go to prepare the backpacks, we do not have more time to waste¨these news were amazing, but I became sad that we left my cousin, my friend in Iraq. Next, we prepare to go to the pline, we moved in pline to Ardon, then to Germany, and then to United States. It was a fun trip in airport and also a tired one. Then,

Life is an adventure where “new” is something you need to be accustomed too. Going through new phases of life as it began when I was 4-years-old reminded me that there is a new life coming soon with an advanced way of living. Also, it promised that I will see my father when I arrived to this fascinating America. Going to a country where I was classified as an immigrant, I was thrilled to go to this paradise of joy. While I traveled from my home to the airport, I was visualizing my new life and thinking of what I will see. Saying good bye to my relatives and mourning after every step I moved away for them was difficult.

“We are moving to America!” my parents announced at the family meeting. My face started to heat up from anger. I didn’t want to leave my friends and the area that I grew up in. Saying goodbye to my friends was really difficult for me, but it was even harder to be the only non-English speaking student in Cupertino, California. Even though I am a shy person, I tried my best to communicate withto my teacher and my classmates, but I couldn’t express my thoughts in a whole new language. All of the frustration and stress caused me to cry, both at home and in my class.

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

This week was very different than last week. My brother told me that he will come to the United States in December; he will be in las Vegas because he has . After that he will go to New York with his wife. I decided to go New York with them , so l am very happy because I will meet them there , and it will be a first time for me in New York. In fact I miss my brother because he is as my friend and my father, also, I need to stay with him and tell him about my life and how I became more strong personal.

My family is surrounding me. They are all hugging me, my younger sister, and my parents. Everyone is crying. The people passing by don’t pay any attention to us; crying in airports is quite normal. I say “see you soon” to my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, and then drag my suitcase to my flight from Dublin, Ireland, to New York, to Texas. The worst part is never knowing when “soon” will be. It could be next summer; it could be 3 years from now. This is how it always is.

I lowered the phone into the cradle and stared at it for a long time (190). I had just got word that Rahim Khan is very ill. Although me and Rahim Khan were close, i don't know if i could go back to Afghanistan, back to the tourchers i had once witnessed, the features that have changed my life. I left Afghanistan with the intentions to leave forever and now, i'm needed back. If i went back i would feel reluctant to stay to speak what i left in a deeper knowledge when in reality i don't care or want to know the explicit events. If i took the journey back i'm afraid i wouldn't return, i'm afraid i wouldn't come back, literally and mentally the same.

It has been two months since my arrival in America. I am happy, but miss the family a lot. You guys would love it here. I know you all don’t have much money back home, and I think about that every day. I want you all to have everything our family needs and more; that’s why I am in America today. It was a struggle and a sacrifice to save the money for me to come to here, but I know it will be worth it because I will make more money than I was able to in Ireland, and will therefore have more for the family. What keeps me positive every day has been the memories of the wake that the family held for me before I left. I know we were preparing to never see each other again, but I will do everything I can to be able to save enough money to bring you

I chose to take a day of silence from 2:00 pm to 10:30 pm. This day of silence was done on my way home for Thanksgiving. I spent 2 hours in the car in complete silence, without music or any other imported noise, breaking every 30-45 minutes to stop and take a short walk as suggested by the instructions. The final hour in the car I played light classical music and hymns, to combat drowsiness. Then, after getting into the airport, I sat at my gate with noise canceling headphones in and read. I read from the Bible (both Ruth and Luke in their entirety) prior to my plane ride, Parker Palmer, and a novel called “Me Before You” that examines the life of a paralyzed man who wishes to commit doctor assisted suicide. My day of silence was completed exactly 30 minutes prior to landing in Albuquerque, New Mexico for Thanksgiving.