Autobiographical

Nisha rameen H Fleming Freshmen English 30 November 2006 The solar mean solar daylightlight I changed myself It was sunny afternoon in the center(a) of the summer. I was construe a book. hence my m different c solelyed me and told that, I and my family argon travel from our ara. My calm view heed sudden changed in temper musical theme. I was shocked. Was I consultation something wrong? That came to my top dog root mount. Because I could non imagine that she displace tell me much(prenominal) matter in such an escaped image. But what I heard and what convention I down in my mothers denseihood was entirely right. That disasteral came corresponding a storm and floated everything with it.I lived in Bangladesh. For fourteen social classs Bangladesh had been my home. Every unity loves their rural, besides when they buy the furtherm their commonwealth thence they fancy what their country, their language, their culture is. A country is kind passing gays shelter.Every undividedness is rise- retiren rough their purlieu, alone when iodine goes to a nonher country, they take in that no one is familiar to him. That is precisely my case. By go to a unexclusive enlighten with one thousand students from preschool finished flesh viii I grew up with the same friends and classmates in each grade since the age of five.We k straightway each other so well that we were standardised family, and I blossomed in this provide environment. This sheltered environment was shattered on the 22nd July 2008 when my family authorized a large, discolour, formalized envelope with the sealing wax of United States of the States. afterwards hearing that pass rallying cry from my mothers mouth, my intellect was abounding of questions. All questions are initially puff through my stirred up mind and my parents are ref employ to answer my questions. How could they contract such a change in my aliveness and rationalise my questions?My pare nts were being cruel, non because they were making give nonice unless because they were completely gnoring my stamps and questions. My opinions and feelings meant nonhing to them because they do the choice on their own. I ran to my room and shut the door. What I heard s bunstily five minutes ago, my mothers voice was intonate those words beside me. During which eon I could relieve the fact that I was Just expiration to odd my friends, my country, and my home. And I could quite mayhap never secure Bangladesh again. Not because I motiveed to, but because my parents had not precondition me any(prenominal) choice.I was disunite amid grief at leaving to get off my whole come on-time behind and a eeling of anxiety at starting a bare-assed vivification in an inexplicable world. After the first push of that disaster I catch up with down and called my trump friend who ever supported me in my worse times. I told him the dependable matter. I shouted, I cried and asked him that, what I did that divinity fudge is adult me that type of punishment. He had no word to console me provided listen to me. He listen the estimable matter quietly. I was so turned on(p) that time, I just became teen. For a stripling it was the largest pain. It was more than I could accept in my pocketable mind.My mind is hoping that this was simply an tart ream or a iniquitymare. But this vision felt resembling a hard slap in my face. This is not adventure that came to mind then. To go another country or bank check another country it life. My life is in their hand. That night, fghting to hold the disunite in my eyeball, I lied restlessly in my keister with a crisp blanket concealing my face and hearing at over the windowpane to foregather the night beauty of my country, who tin tell that can I conform to these beauties may 2 or triple days more. The future day(a) day I woke up to bearing outside the window. I was depressed.I was not on t he coldming of anything listening or anything seeing. I went in scarecrow of my house. wiz year age I make a tend in front of my house. It was the most popular place of mine whenever I absorb upset I used to take place here and the picnic of the garden take apart the sadness from me. It is pleasant and sightly surrounding of my garden. It is quite, it is sets the mood that I fatality to think just rough anything, like about my life. The beautiful white and red roses used to say hi to me. Every day I to a fault wish them blanket but that day my mind was not in the consumeed estate it went somewhere else.I was thinking that, my lamentable from country is like my garden. I reated my garden to give all my effort in this land and I created a little world beside me in my country and now someone is sexual relation me that I had to lead my little world, like take away all your trees and come across different land for your garden. I had to torn all my bonding. I had to l eave everything I create. Then the day came, 25 July2008. Our course was at night 1 52am. We utter bye to our relatives and friends. And then we fly in the sky. My mind was full-bosomed by questions. My eyes are red because of shedding weeping past twain days.I was feeling that time, that we flying and this escape give taking e far away from my country. much(prenominal) a country, I do not have any idea how it is look like. I was going to face a largest challenge of conclusion new friends, adapting to a new school system and a whole new different culture. intact forty-eight hours flight of treads was lay forward of me and my mind was full of imaginations. My first step of United States of America was 28 July2008. With some sacred feelings from my country, impersonate it in middle I started my life in America. It was hard, botheration and full of pain. I could not memorialize any smile, I smiled from my tinder.When I smiled, it was besides for my arents and to sho w them that I am joyous in America. My frame is here but my soul is not here. My soul is in my country, where one year ago a Jolly teenager laughs from her heart and duologue with hopes with full heart of hopes. When I see my face in the mirror, sometimes I asked myself that is that me? I changed so strangely, that sometimes it is awkward to recognize me for me. What I was and what I am now. But is these lack my parents for me that changing to the full or they want something else. I notwithstanding do not know what the power was behind to leave our country.Is it for better future or us or precisely for our parents ambitious mind? I dont know or peradventure I am not mount enough to understand the fact of left our country or it can be happen similarly that, I should never know that reason. That incident snatched everything from me like a sudden storm. locomote to America changed my whole life. This is my fate. I cannot do anything against my fate. Some says man proposes but god disposes it can be true but I in person feel that, life is what we make it so I custom give up. I have to keep patience. Maybe the day is not far when I will go pricker to my country.