My Story
I came here from Bangladesh when I was 18 years old. I had to work five or six nights a week to support myself, plus attend college. Language was the biggest challenge for me, because it’s keeps you alone. But also the culture was different. In Bangladesh, anything and everything that you do, you do with family. Here we think of ourselves first, than everything else. I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, that’s just my feeling. For example, my mom helped me a lot. Without her, this would not be an easy journey. But maybe if I was raised in America, following the American culture, maybe my parents would not have done what my mom had done for me. Maybe there would be less sharing. Maybe sometimes you wish you had more people with you, or more family members who can support you and see what you’re doing now versus what you had 10, 15 years ago. It’s a great feeling to be recognized by people you care about. I want to share my feelings of joy.