an emotional one. Meanwhile the war was getting worse by each day that passed by. All the phone lines were closed down and it was impossible to make international calls outside of Kenya. Hunger was now spreading like a wildfire, almost all the shops were
Heading to a New Place By Durga Khatiwada Back in my native country, Bhutan, there was war going on. Thousands of people were killed in the war. We didn’t want to be victim s, so we left and went to a refugee camp in Nepal. One day our family suddenly planned to go to the USA. I was kind of happy but also sad because I had to leave my friends and family. I always wanted to be a pilot. I thought my dream would come true in the USA. In Nepal, if I wanted to be a pilot, it cost so much money. We might have had to sell our home. My family w ere middle class. We didn’t have much money. My mom and dad put me in school it was so small, we had 49 students in one class. My older brother already graduated from high school and he already got a job. My brother always wanted to help the family. We wanted to have a better education. My dad and my older brother went to town to meet my uncle. “ You should put you son in the town school so they have a better education, ” said my uncle. The first day of school it was nice. There were 16 students in one class. I didn’t think English was very important so I decided to take only one English class. One day, my mom called my uncle and told him my grandmother passed away. My uncle came to our school to pick up my brother and me. My uncle was nervous he took me and my brother to our home and he told us everything. After 19 days I returned to school and my brother stayed home to help mom and dad. We started to plan to go to America. After nine months, one guy came to our home and told us we would be leaving tomorrow. My mom, dad, sister, brother and I packed a bag to go the USA. I spent all night with my friends. In the early morning I came home and I saw my mom and sister crying
A New Life “Welcome to beautiful Fargo, North Dakota. The time is curren tly 1:01 A.M. and it is a warm 8 5 degrees,” said the pilot. It was so dark, I couldn’t even see what ‘Fargo’ looked like. Were there buildings, or jungles or trees? I saw a woman talking to me but I did n’t know the language. It was my case manager. “ You have to come with me and I will take you home,” she said. I didn’t know what she was saying but I kind of understood what she said. So we went home with her and she showed us how to use the oven, microwave, etc. I was just staring around I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I couldn’t sleep that night because I couldn’t believe that I was in U.S. The next two days, we had some visitors from my native country. They came to show us around Fargo and to take us to the market to buy some stuff. At that time, I had no idea what they were saying to each other. It was so hot, about 90 degrees. For the first week, we had to go to the hospital for a checkup again. They had to take our blood and give us six shots! To be honest, I didn’t lik e it at all, especially the shots. I remembered when I was a child I always cried before the doctors ever gave me a shot. After two months, my case manager told me that we will be traveling to another state to go to the Valley Fair. Again, I didn’t know what she meant by “Valley F air ” , but I went anyway. “Let’s go on the “ roller coasters,”said my friend.
Leaving My Country When I was 14 years old, my parents decided to the go to the USA. I felt so sad and scared, because in my country people said bad things about America. They also said we had to talk in English all the time which is, one reason why my dad didn’t want to come to America. Another reason was that he didn’t want to leave his parents. My dad and I were so sad. At that time, I was in ninth grade. I told my mom and brother not to come to America, but they said it would be good for my future and my knowledge. I was still so sad because I knew that my friends were not going to be there. After a few days, my dad ’s friend in Ohio called my dad. I was about to go to school at that time, and my neighbor told me to go get my dad. My dad talked for almost two hours and asked many things about America. My dad ’s friend told him everything, and after that my dad also agreed to go to America on November 21 st , 2011. “We are leaving next month.” my mom said. I was so surprised, I cried and w ent to my grandparents’ house. I told them we were leaving. I didn’t know that my dad was hiding this from my grandparents. “What are you saying?” My grandmother said with tears in her eyes. “ Sangita told me that you guys are going to America. Is that true?” m y grandma asked my dad. After a few minutes, my dad said, “Y es we are going to America .” When my dad said that, my grandpa stood up and looked at my dad really strangely, like he never had seen my dad before. My mom brought one glass of water and my grandfather drank t without breathing. “Are you guys really going to America? ” my grandfather asked my dad.
The day of our departure was a Sunday evening. We left the house, my family and some friends came with us to the airport. Tears were falling as we were saying goodbye and hugging each other. Arriving in the plane, everything looked fabulous, the view was amazing, it was my first time travelling in a plane and I had no idea of anything. I did not know how to wear the seat belt on the plane. It was really embarrassing. I would have asked my sister but she was sitting on the other side and I could not see her. Luckily, a lady who was sitting next to me,helped me without laughing at me. “This happened to me, so you do not have to worry.” she sai d. “The flight attendant is going to explain everything to the passengers.” she added. I thanked her for helping out. It took us a day and a half to get to the United States. I really enjoyed the trip even though I was tired. We landed in Maine which is a state on east side of the U.S. When we got to the airport, I was completely lost and was looking all around. Everything looked very different compared to Burundi. It was like a movie! “Wow!” I said as I was appreciating many of the big buildings. “Will I see Beyoncé soon?” my sister asked. Beyoncé is her favorite singer. I laughed at her and we kept looking around. There were many people, beautiful cars, some big buildings. We spent the few weeks of summer enjoying our new country before we started school. The first day of school was so scary. I did not know how to speak English, although, I could knew some words. I was shown all of my classes and they were perfectly matched on the level I was on back home. Because I could understand a little bit, I started in English 2. I met new
.My dad’s face got really red and he said , “Y es, dad we are going to America next month.” “B u t why didn’t you say that earlier? “a sked my grandfather. “I didn’t want to hurt you dad. That’s the reason why I did not want to tell you. ” “Y ou know that you are our last son. What are we going to do here alone if you go America?” my grandma cried. “M om we are not leaving you here for forever. We will come here to get you after a few years, “my dad replied. The next morning, we woke up and my sister and I ate and went to school. I carried all of my books to school and told my teacher that was going to America. “Are you sure,” “asked my teacher. “Yes,” I replied smiling. “When are you leaving? “ Asked my teacher. “Next month” I replied. “OH , ok have a safe journey. “Said teacher “Thank you , ” I replied. I told all my friends that I was going to America, and they said, goodbye sangita! I felt so sad at that time, I just left the class and went outside. This was the last day in Nepal. All my friends, my dad ’s friends, my mom, and my brother’s friends came to my house. We stayed all night and didn’t sleep. The next day I took a shower and got ready for the flight. We all cried before we left our house because we all felt so sad, especially my dad. That was the first time I saw my dad cry. I know it’s hard to leave friends and family but we left our house anyway. On the flight I sat with my brother and my sister sat with mom and dad. My sister and I choose to sit