Still, I must be patient and try telling them in different ways. ” And, “Why don’t you show your hair like so and so?” Now I just look at them and say, “I want to wear a hijab for myself, not for you or anyone else.” Today I am very proud to wear a hijab.
That awful moment in fourth grade was not how I imagined the conversation to go. I told her that as a Muslim, girls wear the hijab to hide our beauty and the gaze of men, as well as to be modest.
I felt frustrated, constantly being asked the same questions by my classmate. We believe our God has commanded us to wear the hijab. One comment that stuck with me for years was, “If you took off your hijab, you would be so much prettier.” I would lock myself in the bathroom, sit on the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. A couple of weeks before my classmate challenged me, my mom pulled me aside.
While I missed my parents, my uncle taught me things he liked, for example, math and information technology. It was cold, but I was shaking with excitement and nervousness. When I first went to school, it wasn’t that hard for me to learn English because back in Laos, I already spoke English.
I was happy to move to America and to see my parents again. However, the biggest difference was the food and the transportation.
I felt guilty and sad knowing I was a person with opportunities unlike kids in Guatemala. Seeing the kids going to work in the corn fields, and seeing how a lot of young women were prostitutes, was a real-ity check.
That visit and my parents’ stories made my heart burn. I want to pay back the hard work that my parents put in to raise a family.I froze with shock as I fell to the cold, tile hallway floor with tears running down my face.My friends eventually rescued me and pulled her away. I felt angry and violated, but being the non-confrontational person I am, I moved on. ” This time, I tried to explain to her without getting annoyed.Back in Laos, every morning, I had to wake up and cook breakfast, then I walked to school.Here in America, cold cereal was normal to eat in the morning, and buses for students to take to school were available. Immigration officials didn’t allow him to say goodbye to me or any of my three siblings. She now had to work three jobs to barely keep up with rent, which meant we rarely saw her. I watched my mom, now a single parent of four kids, with no college education, struggle to provide for my family.I knew I would never see my dad again and my childhood friends once we left. Soon, though, that sadness transformed into excitement for a new life. I strive to work hard because of what my family and I went through in the past. I have joined Key Club, the math team, student government, College Possible, AVID, Emergency Medical Responder, National Honor Society and badminton. By Randy Cuate Galarza, Minneapolis Roosevelt High School IT WAS 8 A. on a supposedly lazy Sunday and I had just woken up and rolled out of bed. I grabbed a bowl for my cereal and glanced over to my parents’ bedroom. Math and science were subjects that always interested me. Through the commotion, one thing caught my attention the most: A man without arms or legs was being frantically dragged around on a skateboard. It has come to represent the poverty and hardship of Guatemala.We waited our whole lives to escape to a country we had only heard about in stories. With my father gone, I had to step up and become a second parent to my two younger brothers. Every day I woke up at dawn to sell sugar, oil, vegetables and gasoline, and walk to school in the afternoon. These achievements make me feel empowered and determined to succeed. I placed my long, brown skinny feet into my slippers and walked slowly downstairs to eat breakfast. But earlier in high school, I wasn’t sure what career would be a good fit with my interests. During my senior year, I will be taking an engineering class to see if it’s a good fit for me. He wore a torn shirt and pants cut off at the legs and tucked into the back part of the shirt so they wouldn’t come off. I had longed to go back to Guatemala, and there I was. My parents were born and raised there and both lived difficult lives in poverty.She then pulled the rest of it off, revealing the rest of my hair.She kept pulling, choking me with the slightly thick fabric as it caught around my neck.