Personal Narrative: I Am An Immigrant

This generation nowadays is so spoiled. Think about it we get anything we desire without even realizing it. This fact is what makes us spoiled and ungrateful. Some of us are excluded from that category, but sadly the majority of us aren’t. I am an Immigrant, not originally from America. Yes, I did come here as a young child but I was raised in a traditional. I was raised to be aware of the blessing I have. I see that education is a blessing and not a privilege, most females in my culture don’t have an education because they don’t need one traditionally, they just need to know house chores. My value of education was put to test when I was denied the same level of education as my peers. In Maine we lived in the suburbs. At the school we …show more content…
After everything my family and I have been through, I know more than anyone that education is a privilege and not a right. I also know that it is cruel to strip one of their privileges and their rights. This experience I faced as a kid, was frustrating but I learned valuable things from the experience. Being an African-Muslim Immigrant is challenging in America. Problems come about due to my religion, race and status. One example being when my family lived in Maine. We were faced with trials due to our race and background. We did not have the opportunities the other children had and were behind in every way. We had to go to classes like ELL when it did not support us in our learning at school. But thankfully our issue was solved thanks to our community members, students, parents, and teacher. We were united with one goal and were able to get the same educational books as the American students and we were placed out of ELL. Thanks to that we were able to be educationally challenged and catch up with our peers. After a few years when solving the problem, we moved to Milwaukee Wisconsin. Some of our friends said that issues would surface again once in a while but thanks to what my community, sisters and I had to go through we were able to give advice to help them. Moving to Kenya because of war, then moving to America, then again moving to Maine and overcoming the problems we faced, I learned that this generation is spoiled because they don’t experience pain and relief like we did. Through these experiences I realized the values of one’s rights and their privileges. The experiences and the problems my family and I have faced in Maine then solving them, I can now say that nothing, including education, is a right, but a privilege that everyone has a right