I gotta say, crossing the border was a bit emotional after having spent three months in Iran. I met a lot of nice people and it felt like i leave some parts of me behind. Even though I know I can always come back, I know it will not be the same. The border crossing itself was easy. I walked to the border, passed three checkpoints of bored officers who checked my passport just so they have something to do, and arrived in Armenia with no problems. The Armenian officers could also not care less about me and stamped my passport with no questions asked. I sent my backpack through an X-ray and walked through a beeping metal detector, but nobody really cared. The security guard was on his phone and was just annoyed with me not leaving soon enough. …show more content…
I could see Iran on the other side of the river for the first hour of walking, before I had to turn left and turn my back to the country. It was an exhausting walk and half way through I thought I was the stupidest person on earth to not just hop into a taxi, but it was worth it. It gave me some time to say good-bye and welcome the new country. The BnB was on one of the highest hills of this picturesque mountain village, of course, but at the end I managed. After settling in and having a well deserved shower after two days in a village with no washroom and a day of hiking through the beating sun it was time to discover the city a bit and get some Armenian money. The only problem was, it was Sunday and I was not in a muslim country anymore. Everything was closed. I finally found an ATM that accepted my card (phew) and was able to buy some food and things to drink. In the evening, I was excited to see another traveller arriving at the accommodation. He was just coming from Goris and on his way to Iran now, so we shared our stories and knowledge about each country. I couldn’t stop talking about Iran and cared only little about Armenia. But I got my route figured out thanks to him and the next day, it was time to go to
In the essay “Graduation”was about more than just moving on to another grade. She explains how it feels to be discriminated and thought of as less than equal. The narrator shows that with a strong will to get the better of an situation it is more than possible to put aside gross outing racism and impersonal favoritism. The narrator delivers a really proposed, inspirational, and enlightening narrative of self-acceptance. In the essay the narrator uses at least 3 speakers to elaborate the significance of graduation.
couldn't distinguish at the time what had occurred when taken away by an immigration officer to
Capital punishment is when there has been a decision to kill someone for the crime that they committed. The death penalty in a utilitarian view, is to maximize happiness despite the consequences that can occur. A virtue ethicist would say no to the death penalty, because killing someone is morally wrong but we should take moral considerations instead of killing someone without moral consideration which is vicious rather than virtuous. Virtues are positive character traits that develops a person’s moral values and views. I’m in favor of the moral ethicist view which seems more humane and will state my argument and respond to the utilitarian objection and conclude my stance in the moral ethicist view.
I always kept in my mind how my father worked day and night for little pay to provide for my family. Seeing both of my parents struggling as two young immigrants trying to provide a home for two kids was the fuel that kept me pushing forward. I am the oldest, so naturally responsibility was placed on my shoulders. I had to take care of my younger brother, while my parents worked. I also served as a translator for my mother who spoke very little English. My parents barely received education in high school, so I helped my mom and dad with most of the paperwork. I remember writing letters for immigration, employers, lawyers, and to the court for several family members.
The changing environments throughout the ages have caused the movement of thousands of families out of their homelands. Whether forced to make such decisions or doing so by their own desires, all immigrants have had to survive the physical and psychological challenges encountered along the way. To speak about the experiences of all these different people using the same ideas and examples would be quite inaccurate. They all, however, had to live through similar situations and deal with similar problems. Many of them succeeded and found the better future they were looking for. Many others found only hardship and experienced the destruction of their hopes and dreams. All of them were transformed.
Immigration is when someone moves from their home country to live permanently in another country. A huge reason why someone would immigrate into the United States is to get away from religious problems, get away from wars, and to get a better job. Some immigrants have a difficult life after arriving because most immigrants can not speak English nor understand it. The use of the documents that were provided to us was to show the amount of immigrants who came to America and to show reasons why they came to America. Even though it was hard for the immigrants when immigrating into the United States I still think that it is worth it.
Can I be an immigrant if I was born an American? I’ve asked myself this question countless times to determine if my experiences have molded the person I am today and would I be different if I grew up in this country. I vividly remember landing in LAX and telling my mother, “Mira mama es un platillo volador” (Look mom it’s a flying saucer) as I pointed to the Theme Building below.
Were there any struggles you encountered all throughout your immigration, anything, any difficulties, anything like that?
My poor and uneducated mother immigrated to the United States in two thousand one and brought me along at the age of four where she knew I would have a viable opportunity of becoming something more than what our poverty stricken, gang ridden country could offer. My father in a cruel gesture named me Leo without my mother's approval, for he figured a hypocoristic name would allow me, a future illiterate, to at least write my own name. A decade later after experiencing variations of homelessness, hunger, medical conditions, and gunshots outside of our home, my mother remarried, and gave birth to my brother who has been a blessing in disguise. After my mother's short-lived marriage we struggled financially once again; however this time we were
I am an indigenous Mexican. I was born in Oaxaca, Mexico. At age three I was brought to the United Sates alongside my parents and younger sister. My parents immigrated here to give our family a better life. Even so, I saw my parents struggling to have enough money for our necessities.
I was born in 2002 in Kampala, Uganda, a small landlocked country in East Africa, dubbed the nickname ´Pearl of Africa´. In 2006, leaving behind the faces of family members my family of 7 packed and moved to the United States. My family is one of the lucky ones, we did not move because of conflict or a terrible dictator. We moved simply because we had the resources that others around the world don´t have.
Amit’s life suddenly changed when he moved to Canada. Suddenly he discovered himself as an immigrant to a new country. Immigrant, what an easy word and so well known to all of us. But I am certain that it carries a different meaning to the people who actually possess the status of an immigrant. Amit was talking to me last evening and was pointing out so many things that a new immigrant usually go through when he or she enter a new country. I like to put some of it for the better understanding of our readers:
During the early 1900’s a vast amount of people both immigrated and migrated to the United States in search of money, better jobs, new lives, etc. Yet, the people who immigrated and migrated to the United States were each a part of different cultures: from Italian to German, French to Jewish, Irish to African American (American Cities/New York/African American/Intergroup Relations/Color Lines). New York City was a prime location for the immigrants and migrants of the time to create their new lives. They joked that “The Jews own New York, the Irish run it and the Negroes enjoy it” (American Cities/New York/African American/Intergroup Relations/Color Lines). The single line clearly shows how each group, Jewish,
The economic growth, which is an increase in the amount of goods and services produced by people living in a country over time, is improved through competition that exit among residents in a nation. Likewise, the economic development of the United States has being possible due to the work of numerous immigrants and native-born Americans. Even though some people believe that immigrants are important for the growth of the US through additional tax revenue, and expansion of the low-cost labor pool that they bring to the country, others view immigration as not beneficial for America economic growth. Therefore, analyzing the costs and benefits of immigration would give us a clear understanding of the issue, and it would demonstrate how the United States of America should promote immigration because by doing so, it will not only increase the percentage of educated people in the country and increase the employment rate, but also it will improve the economy of America.
More than 19 million people immigrated from other countries into the U.S. in 2010. I believe the United States is the promise land for the world's immigrants. Immigrants are the people who form America and without them it wouldn't be the United States. Also immigrants love the United States. The very last thing is that they come for money, work, and education.