Immigrant: A Short Story

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

The “A Common Bond” by Brooke Hause and “New Immigrants Share Their Stories” by The Working Group, both have the common theme of diversity and how it influences one’s identity. When going to a new place, adapting can be hard because of the amount of differences in cultures, making them unique. Both “A Common Bond and Immigrants Share Their Story" share the common theme of diversity and how it influences one’s identity, through tolerance and gaining an understanding of their differences. Both “A Common Bond and Immigrants Share Their Story" share the common theme of diversity and how it influences one’s identity, through tolerance. In “A Common Bond” by Brooke Hause, when going to a new place you would have to learn a new language but “For

I completely agree with your post. It was very sad reading some of these stories and how they were treated. Just within the first story about the child that was shot dead by the watering tank. Workers now a days, I like to think are not deprived from their basic human rights. Migrant workers work depending on the seasons. My grandfather for example would work up north until the winter came along and then he would come back home. At times he would come weeks at a time to be with the family but would always go right back to work. Also the ways the students were treated in school because they were Mexican is very sad, and hard to swallow knowing some of the humiliations they had to go through. You are right prayer was something many families

Jimmy has been on 3 operations, to interrogate his former friend, one of them on which he found very uncomfortable. At first, he thought this was a fantastic opportunity. When Mr. Johnson, the school principal, sent a call slip for him, he thought he was in trouble. After all, there was 2 uniformed officers with vests that read “FBI” on the back. The meeting was casual, and the principal explained about the program, and that he was chosen to become a member. He gladly agreed and stamped his finger on a document. His mom was also their, and she congratulated him on taking this opportunity.

I am from a country with beautiful landscapes that has turned into a warzone country.

When I was deliberating topics for my case study ethnography report I was inspired to examine some one very close to me who is "undocumented", someone whose experience I have seen first hand, some one who has affected my life and understanding of immigrants with his situation; my partner, Mario. This class has exposed us to many writings on the subjects of migration, immigration and emigration. I began to compare the concepts and information in the readings to Mario’s personal situation. I was curious if his answer would be "In search of a better life" when asked, "Why did you come here?"

My dad teaching me how to drive is a dream. Seeing him come home every night from work is a dream. His attendance at my graduation later this year is a dream.

When my mom told me to pack some clothes I asked her why she told me because we aren't we are going to Wisconsin to be with your family and ice cream with my brother when she told us it will happen in my room and she told us I was reading a book when it started my mom came in you don't me pack some clothes in your back she told me why where are we going mom I told her my mom told me to tell my brother Alex to come inside my room and said Wisconsin and said we're going to Wisconsin to see your dad's family oh yeah going to see my baby cousins next thing that happened we were in the gas station putting gas on the car and getting some chips and sandwiches then we were on the road and we were in Arkansas City my dad told us we were asleep during

“Mom, will I ever be treated as a regular person? When will I be like the others without people look at me in a strange way and make fun of me, when mom? When?” Those were the questions I did to my mom almost every day after getting home from school. Fourteen years ago that my parents brought me to this country offering a better life with better opportunities than where I was born. I was seven years old when came to the United States, but I still remember the happiness I felt when I first step in this country. Throughout the years, I have realize that not everything is easy and simple as I imagined. My parents worked in the fields because of the lack of a social security and not knowing how to speak English. Many Americans do not know how hard it is the life of an immigrant, they should have a consideration for us and not just blame us for the deviance of the United States.

     It started like any other day up on the hills of Rhein, but that day had the scent of freedom floating in the air. The journey ahead of me had been teasing me for weeks, I was just so anxious to get away and start all over again. I had made certain arrangements before I left, our family dog was not allowed on the ship that we were going to be arriving in America, so I had my parents take care of the dog for us. It was a hard thing to do seeing that the dog had become more than just a pet to the children and I, for we almost would recognize him as a family member. Most of our possessions we were able to keep with us, but we had to keep the load light since it was going to be a tight stay in the steerage. I

Born on September 25, 1645. In New france, He decided he wanted to be a fur trapper when he grew up. He was lead by native americans when he went to the mississippi river. He was hoping he would find a passage to Asia. A month later he came by another indian tribe in illinois. The chief sent his son with them with a piece pipe so they would have a safe journey. After they got done exploring he went back to exploring.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young princess named Aimee. Every year on her birthday she went on a trip to the neighboring kingdom to celebrate her birthday with king Henry and his friends. She would travel with her servant Sheila and two guards for three long days on carriage crossing Flor the evil witch's forest. Flor had grown up with the princess and were great friends before Flor stole the princess’s diamond necklace and was kicked out of the kingdom. Every time before the princess made the journey she would go to Noemi the spell caster to cast a spell on the evil witch to cross the forest in peace. The spell put Flor, the evil witch, into a deep sleep that lasted three days every time she woke up, she wouldn't remember the princess had crossed her forest until she was back

What I am most proud of, is the fact that I am a hardworking immigrant. In today’s divided society, immigrants are stereotyped as “non-contributing to society” or “largely uneducated”. This ignorant stereotype is a constant reminder of how hard I should work.

Waiting in the line to cross the border I started thinking about how long it had been since I had been Mexico. This part of Mexico isn’t where I’m from, but I can’t help but be remembered of what my life used to be when I did live in Mexico.