I am travelling back to the United States after visiting my family in Kurdistan. I am entering the gate from Kurdistan to come back to Nashville when all of a sudden two formals looking in suits men come from the United States side of the terminal. They take my family and I to the side and let us know that we are not allowed back into the United States. My family and I look at each other, then the men, hoping this is all a joke. We show them our passports to show them we are citizens of the United States of America, but they’re not even fazed. They tell us since we are Muslims travelling from the Middle East that we’re not allowed back to our home, the home where born and raised in. As generations grow and change the view of minorities change
As a part of an immigrant family, there is no doubt that, as the oldest, I had to help my parents with English translation. Even though I have been in this role for years, it was not until recently that I realized the significance of my responsibilities.
“...I just sobbed.” The end of the football game brought Jason Money to his knees. Near the end of the game, Spanish Fork seemed to have won the game. All that needed to happen was for the final play to end. But after he got the ball, Jason Money stood still when the clock hit zero seconds and had the football taken from him to score a touchdown. He had forgotten that the game ends not with the clock, but with the play. The game ended with Spanish Fork losing. But the story soon became far larger than what it was.
Moving from Jordan to the United States was challenging for my family. I was the only child at the time and my parents primarily spoke Arabic in the house. The elementary teachers I had described me as a timid student, because I could barely speak English. I had difficulty with simple reading and writing, while other students went through class with ease. Needing extra tutoring classes and years of being in ESL was exhausting. However, learning how to read, write, and speak English fluently was only the beginning of my journey.
After being dropped off from dance late at night, I was expecting to walk into a silent house where everyone was asleep. Instead, I walked into my living room to find the rest of my family sitting on the couch with the television off, which was strange for my family. It was clear they were waiting for me to get home, so I sat down too. My mom and dad exchanged a look and a sigh then turned back towards my brother and me. They babbled absently for a few minutes, then, my mom quickly spit out the words, as if ripping off a Band-Aid, "We are moving back to Arizona." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before I burst into tears. I could not imagine why my parents would decide to separate me from my best friends six months before we were supposed to
Resolved: NCAA student athletes ought to be recognized as employees under the Fair Labor Standards Act.
Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.
After my father graduated from college, He moved around to look for more opportunities to further his education. Later on; he married my mother, and they decided to move to Yemen from Somalia. The decision was mostly made because they witnessed their family and friends being killed and tortured during the Somalian civil war. In Yemen, my father taught in an elementary school and he loved his job. However, one day all of our lives changed dramatically. One day my father was taking his usual route through the mountains to get to work, and suddenly he lost balance over a rock and fell downhill. The freak accident left him paralyzed for life because he went through a seizure that caused paraplegia. Since he was the sole provider for our family,
The purpose for writing this narrative is to demonstrate the things that influenced me in the past to become the person who I am today. Adapting to a new culture and struggling in academics is not something I only experienced. There are many immigrant students that give up school because they can not adapt the academic challenges or the differences in the school culture. My story can be inspiring to many young immigrant students to strive for success. I went to diverse high school where immigrants are a significant portion of the student body. One of my 10th grade friend had dropped out of school simply because the subjects were too challenging for him and his perception of being a student and an immigrant. He used to think immigrant students
Just like many immigrant families, my family had to encounter many adversities in the United States. My mother had to live the harsh experience of walking long hours and starve as she battled to cross the border of Mexico and the United States. Nothing, not even the fact that she was 5 months pregnant was going to stop her because her dream of giving me a better life was stronger than any hardship. My father was a legal resident of the United States but during this period of time it was very hard for an immigrant person to aspire for a good job. He was destined to work in the fields for many years. I grew up and went to elementary school and since my father was working out in the fields I was signed up to the Migrant Program. As a small elementary
Hiding behind the stairs, I heard my mom say, “I think our time here is coming to an end.” Overhearing my parents’ statement startled me. Despite being unaware of the plot of this conversation, I hypothesized that some significant change was going to occur in my family’s life. Later, I entered my mom’s room to ask more questions. Unable to digest the most unanticipated and shocking answer in my life, a surge of questions streamed through my head: Why did we migrate from the US to India initially? Now, why are we moving back to the US? Why are they making arbitrary choices right before I start high school? All these questions swamped my mind.
The United States is a country which declares that all men are created equal and that they are given unalienable rights. Unfortunately, the way the government treats immigrants reflects a different understanding of the Declaration of Independence. Immigrants are victims of persecution, banning, and discrimination. For instance, the new policies for immigration include the “Muslim ban.” Several Muslims from six particular nations traveled to the United States, but before they could depart from the airport, the officers did not let them into the country. Even the Muslims with legal residency were prohibited the entrance.
When I got arrested it took place in my neighborhood. It was very scary for me because I haven’t done anything wrong. And the police officer was very rude and aggressive. He didn’t even read me my Miranda rights. But the situation was resolved once we got to the station, and they realized they had arrested the wrong person and they said they were very sorry. I on the other hand decided to sue them.
A stressful month of work has finally come to an end and a long waited vacation with the family is just around the corner. The next morning you finally get everyone’s bags packed and jump in a shuttle to head to the airport. When you arrive at the airport the heavy door to the shuttle opens as you gather your bags and head through the big glass doors to check in. The nice blonde at counter smiles at you and your family and tells you to have a nice trip. Making your way to security you are relieved that you no longer have to drag your heavy luggage around. When you hand your family’s passports to the TSA officer waiting half way through the line he takes a quick glance at them and hands them back so you can be on your way. As you are
But when I boarded my US airways flight I began to get nervous even more because I had never seen so many Americans in my life. The US Airways flight attendants acted in a different way and there was this big guy who kept on cracking jokes. It was hard to fall asleep but I knew if I did not fell asleep it was going to be a really long flight. I don’t know how I fell asleep. After I landed in US I saw how many people enter US each day at the Port of Entry. I had to rush to collect my entire luggage after the Port of Entry allowed me to enter to US soil. I then boarded a flight to Minneapolis in a relatively smaller plane, which was also a bit uncomfortable. I met an American family who were from Minneapolis and they started asking me questions about my purpose to come to the US and so did I answer. They were amazed to learn about my country and my Dental Hygiene education. They started asking me questions about dental hygiene and how to improve it, so this I answered and they also showed me their son’s teeth. I was surprised then, why they wanted me to take a look at their son’s teeth but now I know why, because the dental expenses in US are way to high. They happily allowed me to make a call form their phone to one of my family friends who happened to live in Mankato. He advised me to travel to Mankato by a Land to Air shuttle and luckily I was able to catch one in
This essay will explore how the media shapes the formal and informal policing of child murders within the family. Through case studies, an exploration of government policies and legislation, the essay will illustrate how the media has created moral panics around stranger danger, despite the fact that major harm to children is generally caused by families and their friends. Throughout our upbringing one is taught not to speak to strangers because they are the ones who are most likely to bring harm upon us. The people found most trustworthy are normally family members and family friends. Most people would, without a second thought trust their children’s life with family or friends. This essay will explore definitions of the family, moral panics, formal and informal policing. Furthermore, this essay will seek to address how the media is seen to be the fourth estate of power. It will also discuss the power of the media and how the media frames and shapes moral panics, which consequently might give a misleading picture of the situation, through the demonization of strangers and how the media labels individuals within society. Finally, in order to answer the above question, the essay will look into cases and legislation to identify how governmental agencies have failed children who are deemed at risk.