The True Feelings Of A Technical Immigrant

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

Familia. In the western culture, family is a few choice people: siblings and parents while extended family consists of grandparents and first cousins; then, there are the distant relatives: second cousins who are once, twice, thrice removed. However, in eastern culture, family is all of the above. It's very simple. Your cousins are your siblings, and there is no differentiating between first and second cousins. They are equally loved and respected. Family is very important in this culture. For example, many families live together or close by. In America, it is strange for a child to live in their parents home past 18, but in my family, it is only logical. Here, many parents are put into assisted living homes whereas in many other cultures, parents live with their children. For technical immigrants, this is one aspect of our parents’ culture that we take-with some modifications ofcourse. We live with our parents, and we promise to take care of them when they need it. I