Coming To Pakistan Narrative Essay

Ever since I was a very young kid, the only world I knew was Pakistan, where I was born and raised. I lived there until I was 12 years old, then I came to United States. I was raised in a family home in the city of Kohat in Pakistan. My family has been living there for generations; my immediate family was the first family to come to United States. It was something new for the whole family ,However, for me ,as a young child who was just going to ,what at the time seem to be a whole new world. I was born and raised in Pakistan. I grew up there and most of things in my life that I have learned, knew and experienced were in Pakistan. I was very well known due to my family living there for generations. So, everywhere I went people knew me, greeted me, and always looked out for …show more content…
I felt as I was going to a place, which I don’t have any idea about. As I said my final good byes to everyone, friends and family, I was heartbroken, I left my family and friends in this society, where it was hard to progress due to war and government corruption. As I got on the plane, I got very scared again because I have never been on a plane before. It was a 21 hours flight with a waiting period at the England airport. In the plane, I watched an English movie and imagined how United States would be like according to the movie. I remembered watching numerous Hollywood movies, where the new kid always gets picked on, beaten or face some type of obstacle. As I arrived at the airport, I was looking for my father, since he was coming to pick us up. I heard my sister tell us she has seen our father. We met up with our father and he took us to McDonalds, the very first meal I had in the United States. Later, the same day we drove from New York to Boston and arrived around midnight , right when I went in the bed was ready and I fell asleep not worrying about what tomorrow will