Personal Narrative: My Life As An Immigrant

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It has always been my firm belief that a man is defined by his conquests, his experiences, and the environment from which he came. I come from a war torn country that struggled for thirty years to earn independence. I was born amongst a resilient people that have endured oppression at the hands of both supposed friend and foe. I was born in the Asmara, Eritrea. Unfortunately, it is suffocated by the whims of a tyrannical regime. My parents fled to the United States in hopes that the land of opportunity would truly be an embodiment of its namesake. As a child, I knew the harsh realities that many of my people still had not escaped. It was due to this that I became obsessed with both civil and human rights, normalcies that my birthplace wouldn’t

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