I did and still do to some degree have a problem with my identity. When I first moved to America the way I looked and acted around American people was perceived as strange, unacceptable and I was ridiculed. Where one comes from is what make him different or unique from other people. How I acted around people made people think about whether they wanted to befriend me. In this world, there are people who are helpful with anything that are needed and there are people who ignored or shunned me. Some people would not help me because of the way I looked or dressed or even where I came from. There was a time when I felt terrible because of who I am. I am an Arabic Muslim boy, and when I first attended school in the United States, the students made me feel so strange. They would laugh at me, they would set me up to do wrong things, and because I did not know better, I would do as I was told. This went on for a long time. I was constantly getting in trouble. I used to wonder why people have problems with me. Is it because of the country I am from or the way I talked to people? I just did not understand why it was happening. Later, I came to understand that that is how life works. …show more content…
It is a beautiful country, but it is also weak, poor, and has a lot of problems such as the war going on now. “Operation Decisive Storm” the ironic name of Saudi Arabia’s aerial campaign in Yemen, has led to nothing decisive in Yemen beyond ensuring that my home country remains a failed country and fertile ground for organizations like Al-Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula. This saddens my heart because of groups like Al-Qaeda; many people fear us and do not accept us in the American Society. I love my home country, and I want everyone to know that not all Arabian people are terrorists. Many of the people in my country are very nice, they give respect, and they love others as their