Leaving home was the consequence of chasing my dreams. I moved to United States last 3 years ago to pursue a better opportunities and future. I was from Iran and escaped my own country because I am a minority. Since I am a minority, the government limits and restricts of my rights such as obtaining education. My dreams for myself and family were crushed because I can’t go to any university to get my education and pursue my dreams. However, I didn’t give up and everything began from there. When
Communicating with people from other countries often makes me bother, and it happens when I am totally not expected about. This is not the first visit to the other country, but talking non-native language in non-native country is quite different from the long time study in my country. Especially, when we face some special occasion, like renting a room, it is very hard to negotiate with people. Renting a room is not a thing I am familiar with even in Japan. One day on July, one rumor among Japanese
cross in my life was to move to the US, there were so many changes. I had to sacrifice a lot of things fortunately, it was worth it. Because I have a whole new world know, a world that changed my perception of everything from language, culture, and even the education. The language was the most difficult obstacle for me. Learn a new language is always a difficult phase, I personally didn’t felt the same self-steam, and I still don 't. When I speak in Spanish, I speak really fast, the tone of my voice
My Country Armenia Everybody loves to go to different places.On weekends people enjoy going out of town.I like to visit my country Armenia. You and your freinds are going to take a trip to Armenia. Armenia is a small European country that was part of the Soviet Union. However, you will have to make some preparations and do some research so as to make the best of use of your time and money.So, my country Armenia has a lot of interesting and attractive places to visit for tourist. Now I want to
My country, Iran, officially called Islamic Republic of Iran and named Persia before 1935. It is in Western Asia. Our population is around 77 million. For the multi-ethnic country, its main ethnic Persians made up 66% of the total population. We speak Persian language. Shia Islam is the official religion, which has believers over 90% of the citizens. Iran's theocracy as unique in the world, it is running a social system by religious leaders. Tehran is our capital. Iran was an oil-rich country. However
America is a country rich in history, which can be dated back to 1776 with its independence from the British. With this new-found independence came a great loss of life and new found freedoms. This land did not come without struggles and bloodshed, from people that believed that this land was worth fighting for. It wasn’t necessary the land that was special, it was the belief of what this land represented. With the new-found freedoms, giving to individuals where the freedom to express them self in
This poem describes the lack of patriotism our country expresses. In the first line “Despite what Dorothea has said about the sun scorched land, you’ve never really loved her” not only shows personification (a reoccurring poetic device) but it also focuses on the true feelings of the Indigenous Australians, in particular Kevin Gilbert. The personification within this line creates a sense of a personal relationship between the reader and our country. This starting line of the poem sets the tone for
A trip to my country I had always wanted to visit my country where I born, and I grow up part of my life. In June I had the opportunity to go and see my old friends and family for two weeks and maybe to work there for couple days like I did back in the time. My friend drove me from Wyoming to the airport them I flew from there to Atlanta I was waiting couple minutes to take the other plane to my beautiful country Honduras. I was so exiting and I afraid at the same time because it was the first
I originally came from South East Asian country called ‘Myanmar’. Myanmar is basically made up of eight different ethnic groups. The word ‘Myanmar’ represents all the ethnic groups living in the country. Each group has their own state, flag, culture, tradition, gesture, language, heritage, and morality. The ethnic groups are called Kachin, Kayah, Karen, Chin, Bamar, Mon, Rakhine, and Shan. There is also Chinese and Indian folks living in the country. Bamar has the authority over the other groups
Within Antjie Krog’s Country of My Skull, she utilizes the testimony of other individuals directly involved in the atrocities committed during the apartheid in South Africa. The inclusion of such has brought about debate among those that praise and condemn her work. The most distinct points of dispute are her combining autobiography with the testimony of others, her distorting and fictionalizing that testimony and other instances seemingly represented as fact, as well as the general sense of her
My Country, Culture, and History Most people have not had a chance to know their country's history especially when they don't live in their home countries. I am fortunate enough to know even the pioneers of the land presently known as Uganda. Uganda lies on the equator, east of Africa, bordering Kenya in the east, Tanzania in the south, The Dominican Republic of Congo in the west and Sudan in the north. According to my fifteen years of adventure in Uganda, I will say it is a very good place to
ever have to face is that of betrayal. Often times we are in a situation in which we must chose sides: “Whom to betray?”, and in this case, the options are friend or country. I agree with E. M. Forster’s view on personal relations and patriotism, believing that “I hope I should have the guts to betray my country” (Forster) over my friend. A person should always – and one might even say has a duty to – place his conscience or the moral laws he has set for himself over any conflicting manmade law
Dorothea Mackellar is an Australian poet and novelist. She had a national feeling for her country Australia and that was shown through her widely known poem My Country. Which achieved wide love among different age categories of Australians. She was born to Charles Mackellar and Marion on the first of July, 1885 at Point Piper in Sydney. She was the only daughter of her parents and the third child among her three brothers. In terms of education, she was taught by her parents who had an important
As a Sophomore in high school I joined the Cross Country team for my school. I was very nervous at first because I felt intimidated by everyone there. When I made the team and practices started I focused on myself and how I could improve. After a while of doing the same routine I got bored and started to lose purpose other then being competitive with others. I felt a bit lonely after a while running by myself and being my own cheerleader. When competitions came I would focus on myself and no one
Unfortunately, my native country has numerous amounts of problems that lead my family to look for better opportunities in the Unites States. As a child, my parents taught me to fear and always be alert while walking in the streets. This was due to the crime and violence we were surrounded by. My parents are both Cuban, but moved to Costa Rica with my two older brothers before I was born. I grew up in a city called San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica. Although this was one of the safest placed to
Moving to another country and starting a new chapter of life are two of the most difficult things in life. Nobody wants to change, including me. In my country, Vietnam, people usually says that "if you have a chance to live in the United States, your future will be so bright because living in America is living on a field that is full of gold." When I was young and still as a child, my parent told me that we will be leaving Vietnam and moving to the United States in the future. When I heard that,
My family and I don’t have a lot of traditions, but as long as I can remember I have been going to the oregon country fair in Veneta, Oregon. It happens once a year during the second week of July. It is always on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The fair consists of hundreds of booths filled with delicious snacks, handmade goods, and other sorts of crafts. My grandmother created the booth Glamarama, when Country Fair first started in 1969. My booth is a hair braiding/face painting booth, which I absolutely
jump up and down in preparation for the imminent race. We were at the first cross country meet of my junior year, and nerves were abundant. I readied myself at the start line and I began considering my success in past years. The first two years of high school passed quickly, and I tried to recall the rapid improvement I experienced. The coming year was different; with other commitments to consider, I was worried my running career would suffer. The loud, sharp voice of the course marshal brought me
only the sound of my breathing and insects in the brush surrounding me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching from behind. A second later, the top boy on the cross country team runs past me verifying my fear of being the slowest runner. While every practice the high school girls run in a pack, this would remain a dream to me. Humiliated and disheartened, my summer was spent in a solitary trudge. While I was oftentimes upset that I couldn’t keep up with everyone else at cross country, it gave me a
5th, 2013 – it was my cross country league meet. I was running the hardest, the fastest, and with more intensity than I have ran with the first three years of my cross country career combined. It was the hardest course in Michigan, but it seemed easy to me as I practiced on it every other day. The competition was at least thirty seconds behind me as the three-story hill was too big of a challenge for them. The screams and cheering of the crowd fueled my adrenaline and I hit my runner’s high. I had