My Experience Of Being An Immigrant

Being an immigrant is a title, but I view it more as a story, my story. On my way to America I’m reciting , “Dil Dil Pakistan Jaan Jaan Pakistan”, in my mind.The literal translation of that is “Heart Heart Pakistan Soul Soul Pakistan”. I was the definition of a stereotypical immigrant. A heavy Pakistani accent, for sure a curry lover, and of course I wanted to go to Harvard, the only option available for me. Inspired by the fact that America was the one and only place that I would be able to achieve my dreams, I embarked on a journey full of hardships, emotional breakdowns, spiritual findings, and finally coming face to face with who I was and who I wished to become. I remember how little I thought about the changes that would occur in the next few months; rather I was just delighted by the fact that I was finally in the “land of the free”. Elementary school is an enjoyable time for kids. The time where you play tag with your friends, draw on pavement with chalks, try to swing higher and higher until you feel like you’re touching the sky, and a time where most kids get along. That was not the case in my situation though, because I was different. I did not fit in with the other kids because my clothes looked strange, …show more content…
When I look in the mirror I no longer see a broken person, but a strong woman whose experiences have shaped her for the better. As Maya Angelou's once said, “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty”. Who I am today is because of all the undeniably hard challenges I had to face at a very young age. When the only stress a kid took was about what flavor ice cream they wanted to eat, I ,on the other hand, stressed about not being beautiful or deserving enough for