I live in the United States, but it is not my home. My home is Bangladesh, where I was born and raised. My family moved to the United States in August of 2009. I was eleven years at that time. I was terrified to live a completely different life in America. The new food, new school, new language; it was very daunting at first but It was not as hard as I thought it to be. This essay is not about my experience when I first moved to United States; it’s more about the time when I went back to my home. Bangladesh is not at all like the United States. It’s a small country but very populated. To put into perspective, the population of Bangladesh is almost half of the population of the United States but the size of the whole country is almost half
Bangladesh is dirty compared to United States. There is garbage piled up everywhere. There are waste drains everywhere. But it is not all dirty. In Bangladesh, there are big vast green rice fields, which take the breath away, when any one take a look at it. Bangladesh is home to one of the biggest beaches in the world called Cox’s Bazar. I do not care whether it is dirty or clean or poor or rich, I love my home country no matter what. After four years, in December of 2013, my family and I went back to my home town in Bangladesh. It was like I came to whole different country. I had the same feeling that I had when I first came to America. The environment completely changed. But the people haven’t. I saw my old childhood friends and all the memory came back. The nostalgia was too real. Talking in English and being associated with the American culture for so long, I had trouble speaking in my native language.
In Comilla people talk in a totally different dialect from the one that I used to, so it was even harder to communicate. They would say “kellai” and where I would say “keno”, but they both mean “why” in English. I had really hard times talking to my relatives there, who lived in the village since they were born. Sometimes my grandma would say totally different words from the one that I am accustomed too. She would ask if I want to eat chicken. She would say “koora”, where I would say “moorgi”, but they both mean “chicken” but the words are totally different. I used to know the dialect back when I used to visit there regularly. But since, I went there after so long, I totally forgot the dialect from there. In Bangladesh, people from different regions speak Bengali in different dialects. One of my sisters-in-law grew up speaking Chittagongi, which to me feels like totally different language, because the dialect that they speak in is that different from the way I speak Bengali. She does speak the dialect that I speak in normally. It is because that’s the “normal” and “proper” way to speak the language. But she does speak the Chittagongi dialect with her
America is a land filled with immigrants coming from different corners of the worlds, all in hopes of finding a better life in the country. However, No one had an easy transition from his or her home country to this foreign land. Not every race thrived the same way—some were luckier than others, while some have faced enormous obstacles in settling down and being part of the American society. Many people have suffered
Dinesh D’Souza constructs an argument in his essay “What’s so great about America” that is convincing to the average reader. His essay was published 15 years ago and American culture has seen some changes since then. However, nothing that he mentions specifically in the essay has changed drastically. His extrinsic ethos is strong because he is from India and the audience may perceive that he can compare his knowledge of living elsewhere to an immigrant’s knowledge. This view of looking at America from an outsider’s point of view and how others view living in America is essential in D’Souza’s fundamental argument. He compares living in America to living in other less developed countries and appeals to the common citizen in his style, logic, and development of his essay. His arguments are sound and he convinces the average citizen that America is the best place to live, although his lack of facts and statistics to back up his statements could be seen as a weakness.
Stories of the United States have attracted many immigrants to the United States shores and borders. They have heard of many economic opportunities that they can find here, and they want to make their own version of the American dream. This essay is a
Life sets out many pathways to decide your future. It can give you experiences and certain experiences in your life can impact you a lot. Today I’m going to talk about how moving to America has impacted me is that the fact that the American culture has changed me completely. One obvious reason American culture has changed me is the fact that I am speaking English right now. Learning English took me awhile even tho I’m still not fluent in it.
Leaving everything one has ever known to seek a new life in a foreign country is enough to make anyone cower away. However, that did not stop author of America and I, Anzia Yezierska, who uncovers the truth of being an immigrant in the late 1800s to early 1900s. Thousands of immigrants come to the United States every year in search of finding their dream and living with freedom. In America and I, Anzia Yezierska demonstrates the hardships of living as an immigrant in America while using repetition, imagery and tone.
A research shows that “ America is very good at adopting new things and it’s a place that it’s ok to do what you want” but people should start finding happiness; they should realize what they are meant to do in this world. After living here for almost five years, my parents realized where they belong to and it’s their hometown of Hue, Vietnam. I hope that people find their real home like how my parents did. Writing this essay, I hope to understand more about other immigrant’s lives in the U.S. I want to discover all the stories that will help others understand what life is like because I’m sure that there are people who are happy but there are also people that similar to my family.
In the beginning of September 2005, disappointment and excitement revealed on my face when I boarded the plane to move to the United States of America. The feeling of leaving my families, friends, school, clothes, and culture in Cameroon presented a hardship for me on this journey. Of course, I anticipated this new life because it indicated a fresh start. I envisioned it resembling life in movies, where everything appeared to be simple and life was simply excellent. All things considered, I was heading off to the United States, known for the American dream. To me it meant that everyone is given equal opportunity to prosper, achieve a family, and attain a successful job as long as they are hardworking and determined. I felt exceptionally honored and blessed to have this open door since I realized that it was not provided to everybody. Coming to America denoted my transitioning on the grounds that I deserted my previous lifestyle in Cameroon, began a new chapter in my life once again, and finally became a much grateful individual.
I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America.
After spending 11 years in Egypt, I moved to the United States, an environment that was completely different from the one I came from. However, Life goes on. My pare...
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
About 9 years ago on July, 2008, my family moved to America to reunite with my grandfather, and to seek better living opportunities. That day was the beginning of a thrilling but equally terrifying journey for my family. That day I made a conscious decision of making my living experience in America a positive and rewarding experience for my parents and their hard works.
Coming to the United States at the age of thirteen felt like falling into a roaring stream without any swimming skills. Dog paddling, panting, and swallowing gallons of water on the way, I learned to keep myself afloat and gradually gained experience. Cultural adaptation was not a choice--it was a survival need. Along with comic strips and smiles at supermarkets, my mind absorbed such elements of American culture as equal opportunity and self-confidence. The existence of programs such as English as a Second Language at my junior high school persuaded me that these concepts were implemented in daily life. I was thrilled that someone had toiled to ensure that foreigners like myself had the same access to education as the other students. Thus convinced of the tangibility of American beliefs, I began to deem them universal.
Coming to America, by far was not what I expected. However, after living here for four years, I have learned to adjust to the surroundings. I was not mentally prepared for the culture change that I was exposed to in the beginning but as days turned into months and eventually into years, I realized that I grew accustomed to the culture and eventually became a part of it. I have gotten accustomed to calculating distance by miles and not kilometers, temperatures by Fahrenheit not Celsius, weight by pounds not kilograms. I have also been influenced to see beauty in different content unlike home where thick women are considered beautiful, healthy and happily married unlike here where everyone is trying to lose weight to enhance their beauty and health. However, not even a decade in America can make me forget the extremes I experienced when I first arrived.
At the age of twelve, I left the woman I love the most in Vietnam to start a new life with my dad in the United States. I was always wondering why my mom decided to stay. But as I have grown up, I realized that she sacrificed to stay there. Two weeks in the US, I started poignant homesickness. I cry, cry a lot, almost crying every night . Crying because I miss my mom, friends, neighbors, remember the crowds and smog choking motorcycle which I hated when I was at home, I miss my homeland. I remember the first day I went to an American middle school, I was clueless, difficulty in communication and the people around me have different cultures, and ethnicity. When in Vietnam, I felt so confident and proud of myself. But in the United States, I started isolating people, I felt inferior and started developing a shell to cover myself from the world.
Living in another country is a difficult experience for many people. A common feature of people living in a foreign country is finding them Gathered together in restaurants, discussing about their home and their experiences in the foreign country. Moreover, these groups are not all from the same home country. Often, the interests that landed them in a foreign country are enough to connect them in building the foundations of friendship, like studying same major. However, the only thing that you can see obvisely is fear. As a Saudi student in USA I can say we often have to deal with many administration issues that may even result to the cancellation of one’s citizenship. Like getting USA Green Card. There is a fear of living in another country that never goes regardless of the period that one has lived in a foreign country. However, the interests that landed them in a foreign country, including education and business. It’s the same even the student didn’t come from same place. in fact that they didn't came from the same mother country. This will presents the argument that people living in another country are subject to change depending in economic and political way in order for them to fit in the new country.