The True Feelings Of A Technical Immigrant

It’s midnight and I need to be up in a few hours, but here I am writing a blog. It seems, I have yet again played myself. Actually, that’s a common occurrence, playing myself, it seems I am my biggest enemy. There is no one worse than myself for me, no one more toxic than my own thoughts and my own feelings. We truly are our greatest enemy.                         Every fear I have, every moment I’ve hesitated has not been because someone else has told me to afraid, or told me to hesitate but rather it is my own self. I am the one that whispers “you can’t do it”, “you don’t belong”, “you are not enough”. I know that if you were to ask those around me, they’ll tell you the opposite-I can do it, I do belong, I am enough. I know this because they have told me, in moments of weakness when I breakdown and let the voices inside my head consume me, those around me remind me of myself. And to be honest, I tell my friends the same thing, “you can do it”, “you do belong”, “you a

To the person who hates me,              You’ll never read my words because you’ll see my name and decide this not worth your time. Or you’ve read the title and realized that this goes against your beliefs. You’ve decided that this isn’t worth your time, and I get that because I do that all the time. I won’t read things that go against what I believe in, but I promise I’m not trying to challenge your beliefs. I just want to talk, so please hear me out.   You’ve already decided that you hate me. Why? I may never know because I will never know you. You hate me because when I wake up I wake up in the name of God, the most Merciful, the most Kind. You hate my because when my life is rough, and I’m at a breaking point, I bow my head and I prostrate to the Lord who eases all pain. You hate me because for thirty days a year I stop eating during the day, to remind myself of my creator. You’ll never know me because you don’t listen to me. You listen to the man yelling on