Personal Narrative: I Am A Middle Eastern-American

Looking back to the past, before I was born, I never really knew where my ancestors came from or why they even came here in the first place. It was never made a big deal in my family to talk about our history and the reasons why they came to American. So, I decided to do a little research and find out a little bit about myself, my culture, and my communication styles. I asked for a little bit of help from my grandmothers from each side of my family. I got an abundance of information that opened my eyes to a new past that I didn’t even know about.

My parents always wanted to give their children the life they never had. I am Mexican-American, both of my parents immigrated from Mexico to the U.S. before I was born. I have numerous relatives, including my older sister, who do not have the same opportunities I have to achieve success because they are undocumented. For them, college was only a dream that could never be attained. Being the first U.S. citizen out of my entire family affected the way I thought about life. It was expected that I would attend college because I was the only one who had access to all the resources granted to American citizens. Although, I agreed with my family, the pressure to succeed and be a role model to my younger siblings was overwhelming.

Being a first generation Iranian-American raised in Oklahoma is not a world you generally see people coming from. My circumstances were definitely unique, but there is something to be said about an uncommon upbringing. Balancing a life with so much diversity was challenging at times, but incredibly rewarding. Although being raised in a traditional Iranian household proved to be drastically different than most of my peers’ American upbringing, it taught me much about maintaining a happy balance in life. I would often find myself frustrated due to the fact that I did not have anyone that shared the same circumstances as myself, but then I realized - I did not need to find someone like myself. I tackled each difficult I faced head on and when

A company earned $3,960 in net income for October. Its net sales for October were $22,000. Its profit margin is:

I woke up thinking this is the day, the day that I would have to try my best. On October 21, 2017 in Rapid City, South Dakota the day of my biggest cross-country race had come. It was state. I felt very thrilled and nervous that the day had come.

During the period of 600 BCE to 600 CE there was much political unrest throughout the world. This essay will analyze the reason for collapse of once powerful ancient empires by scrutinizing the rulers who led them. By looking at the circumstances of a fallen empire, a person can asses that the neglect of government officials, stressed with vast war expenses, who levy high taxes that lead to peasant uprisings, is the circular chain of events that will always eventually crumble a weak empire. And as specific as they may seem, these crises developed many a time.

Moving to the United States is a huge step for an immigrant. As an international student, I have been passing through this event that most Brazilian desire to. However, it is hard to adapt with the new culture and lifestyle, knowing that I have my own values. The “Two Ways to Belong in America” illustrates two views of getting used with this new culture, in which I identified myself with one of these ways: my nationality cannot be change with a simple paper called green card. Thus, starting a new life in a foreign country is tough because I have to find a way to readjust to this new culture, not ignoring

Before I begin this assignment, let me clarify, I am not Jewish in any way.

I was born in a third-world country. Though my family and I came to the United States when I was 8 months old, there is no disputing the fact that I am an immigrant. By definition, this word “immigrant” only means a person who migrates to another country to live there permanently. However, there is an apparent stigma in this country marking those with such a title like myself. To be looked down upon as an immigrant in a country founded by immigrants either shows the inherent negative stereotypes forced on those from several regions around the world, or the widespread belief that nationalism here is weakening. Both statements are confusing and lacking rationale.

I have light skin and green eyes. It could be said that they’re my defining features, setting me apart from most girls, especially for a Mexican. At first glance, people tend to assume that I’m barely Mexican or not Mexican at all. It was always the same routine in a new class, at first glance people decided that I was not Mexican, then my name, Azucena, is called and they get thrown off. Maybe she is Mexican. It is only when I speak Spanish, which I do often with pride, that they realize that I am Mexican. They’re assumptions didn’t affect me. I liked who I was and kept them guessing. However, I wasn’t always as confident. In Mexico, when I was not yet fluent in Spanish and where I was easily influenced, my defining features became my biggest insecurity.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

After many hours of dissecting my own thoughts and ideas about the terrorist acts against my country, the United States of America, I have decided that there is no right or wrong way to handle the situation. The fact is, something just has to be done. I have studied our involvement in World War II, but the attack on the World Trade Center has really affected me. I grew up with the idea that although German- and Japanese-American citizens are innocent, many of us still have stereotypes about them. Why? What is so hard for us to give up stereotypes? Will our society ever be able to accept people of every race and color?

After the fall of Baghdad, my family decided to move to Jordan, which was the country next to us. So my dad called my Aunt that lives in Jordan and told her that we were coming. She told us that she will get a place ready for us once we get there. In the meantime, we were getting our bags ready. My uncle also came with us because he wanted a better place for his family while my aunt and her family along with my gradmother stayed. My dad insisted on them coming with us but they didn’twant to leave. After a while, my Aunt from Jordan called us that she rented an apartment for us and everything is ready to go. On the next day, the car that was going to drive us to Jordan came. My dad and my uncle placed the bags on the back of the car. From nowhere

When Jane Austen placed her novels in the leisured English middle class, it was in a society she knew best: a world in which ladies did charity, paid morning calls on each other whilst men were sportsmen, hunting, socializing, and developing their wealth. Her scale has already been reflected in discussion of her use of places which serve as settings, with an ideal of three or four families in a country village. Characteristic of this select social world are lavish rendezvouses, whose attendees, through their interactions, reveal the Georgian ideals on status, wealth, and gender. Even more is said about the Georgian society that Austen lived in through the speech, and more specifically, the manners, of this class. Such decorum provided a way