My parents immigrated from Bangladesh to America when I was 1 year old. My parents immigrated for the sole purpose of providing a better future for me, their only daughter at the time. My mom got married at a very early age and had to stop her education. She wanted something better for me. My parents had to leave their parents, siblings, cousins, and everything that consisted of their old life. I can’t even imagine what my parents had to go through. They boarded that plane not knowing what the future held. They were coming to America which has drastically different cultures and lifestyles compared to that of Bangladesh. My dad came here and worked a really difficult job that paid an extremely low wage and my mom had to adapt to the language barrier and American culture. But they sacrificed for me. Last year, I visited Bangladesh after a really long time. At first, when I arrived in Bangladesh, I didn’t want to stay mostly because I wasn’t used to the way everything functioned. But after time gradually passed, I didn’t want to leave. As touching as some of the places in Bangladesh were, the most touching of all was the heartwarming goodbyes. The goodbyes questioning when you will get to see your family members again and not knowing what will happen to you or them. Seeing the people of Bangladesh and how hard they work to survive and make up for their own needs was truly devastating but I won’t forget the incomparable natural beauty and amazing food there. Just being able to see stars on an open night sky for the first time was breathtaking. My trip to Bangladesh felt as if I was living in a totally different world for those two months. However, it truly breaks my heart thinking how hard it must have been for my parents to leave everything and everyone behind and be willing to adapt to a new culture/surrounding in America to provide their daughter with the opportunities that they didn’t have.
Mst Nayma '21 (BHSEC Queens)
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