Prosperous is the definition of my name, little did my parents or I know that it wasn’t going to
be earned easily. I am the child of a refugee family that migrated to America fourteen years ago to
escape threats of murder at the vicious hands of the Taliban. Boarding a plane and landing in an
unknown city with unknown people was my new home. Upon my arrival in this big country with the
large populated cities and bright lights left me gripping my father’s shirt tighter.
Living in this new country with no knowledge of the culture, language, or its people and
attending school daily left me feeling like an alien and labeled as an outsider. As the years progressed I
began to carry responsibilities at a young age. I questioned and wondered why I faced the hardships of
experiencing …show more content…
I would leave at 9 pm and work until 2 am in the cold and dark streets. My fingertips
would freeze and my face would turn pale. Then being left with an empty stomach and only wearing a
ripped sweater I would feel the wind cut through my skin. I felt torn from the broken faces of my
parents when we wouldn’t make enough money to eat. All I could do was to act like I wasn’t hungry in
order for my parents to be able to eat my food. However this wasn’t the last of my sufferings, but was
only a setback that I made into motivation.
As time went by my father had gotten into a devastating accident that left him disabled for life.
From that day until now it has been difficult for me to see him in pain knowing that his body and brain
can’t function or for him to be normal. Then one day while attending school, I got a call from my uncle,
his voice cracking and saying my mom was undergoing surgery and facing multiple comas with a high
chance of death. Being haunted by poverty and family struggles that distracted me from school work, I
had one objective in life, and that was to educate myself and help my family, myself, and others like me
who need
be earned easily. I am the child of a refugee family that migrated to America fourteen years ago to
escape threats of murder at the vicious hands of the Taliban. Boarding a plane and landing in an
unknown city with unknown people was my new home. Upon my arrival in this big country with the
large populated cities and bright lights left me gripping my father’s shirt tighter.
Living in this new country with no knowledge of the culture, language, or its people and
attending school daily left me feeling like an alien and labeled as an outsider. As the years progressed I
began to carry responsibilities at a young age. I questioned and wondered why I faced the hardships of
experiencing …show more content…
I would leave at 9 pm and work until 2 am in the cold and dark streets. My fingertips
would freeze and my face would turn pale. Then being left with an empty stomach and only wearing a
ripped sweater I would feel the wind cut through my skin. I felt torn from the broken faces of my
parents when we wouldn’t make enough money to eat. All I could do was to act like I wasn’t hungry in
order for my parents to be able to eat my food. However this wasn’t the last of my sufferings, but was
only a setback that I made into motivation.
As time went by my father had gotten into a devastating accident that left him disabled for life.
From that day until now it has been difficult for me to see him in pain knowing that his body and brain
can’t function or for him to be normal. Then one day while attending school, I got a call from my uncle,
his voice cracking and saying my mom was undergoing surgery and facing multiple comas with a high
chance of death. Being haunted by poverty and family struggles that distracted me from school work, I
had one objective in life, and that was to educate myself and help my family, myself, and others like me
who need