Worst journey
I left Eritrea on january22,2011.it was unusual to separate from my family and asked my self howlong would be far part.my mam and wife were cried without stopping and i did so.Also, my children were cried at the same time.
I remembered all the picture and shared love among the whole family.The place which i walked with my wife and my kids. The cultural game was played and respected each and every kids.I chatted with my friend and swimmed also walked around coastal sea.
My jourrney was extermly worst becouse I walked a lone to cross the border by foot and It was desert afew different wild animal would there.also ,It was night and couldn't seen any thing come to me.I felt depression while I walked with that darkest place and long hour.
It was different date and day in my life. So,uniqe exicted compare with former day in my life.
Also,it seemed nice place while I was walking around the street and the avenue.It was a place of a ttractive building and the style of decoreted the house.
Gradually,walking a lone a round the road made me temper and at the same time i felt regrett .I asked several times to my self . Why i am a Lone in this world? I thought deeply and wouldn't come back my mind to normal.
Ofcourse, I studied at university but the diffcult ascent to heared and to conversation .I have tried to copy soon the way their speech and still challenging to know .At the same time ,it is hard to know the culture becouse I have grown with different culture,ethics, belief and norms...etc.
I didn't know how to find a job not only this it was harder to get an information but also to come soon to got used to the system.There are a lot of hill to proceed to the straight.Another thing which bus is taken to the work place.
I advised to my self to feel strong and led my life and my family life becouse I have big responsibility over my shoulder to suppurt them and to bring here to America to live together.At the same time I ought to send money to fill their stomach.I have worked since may 2014 to change the whole family and mine.
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