Personal Narrative: Because Of My Religion

Envisage always having to hide what you truly surmise. Never being able to be open about your religion. At my age, when I was just old enough to comprehend what people said when they talked, I knew that something wasn't right. Everywhere I went I got dirty looks from people who looked lower on the scale of looking presentable than I did. Before I went to bed and prayed, the slim walls between my room and my neighbors started pounding, sending dust trickling down the wall next to my bed. My sister is younger than me, and since I was always as afraid as she was, my mother constantly stayed with me until I was able to care for her. My parents told me to quiet my prayers and always hope for the best. My sister was my only friend, and at the time I was oblivious to the idea of anyone else having a friendship with me. When I pleaded to go to the stores with my father, he would be hesitant in agreeing to go. There was one trip to the pharmacy I would never forget. While my father shopped for the vegetables and meats in our repetitive meals, he would always let me roam and see if there was any products that I wanted to add. Out of humor …show more content…
My parents were determined to give me an education similar to everyone else, but to my family's dismay no matter how hard they tried I didn't apply for even public schools. Not any workplaces, no matter how small they affected people's lives, didn't let me work for them. At age 16 the apartment seemed like it was getting smaller. It was one room, with blankets taped up to signify walls separating rooms. I felt I needed more privacy as I progressed farther in life, and I wasn't even able to help out with our financial issues. My sister was entering stages where she wanted time away from parents and family, and while my parents worked 12 hours every day, coming home to a troubled and angry child didn't help