“We are leaving.”
I remember my parents saying it so simply, like it was something I was supposed to understand right away. I was 7 years old, born and raised in Iran, and at that moment I didn’t fully understand what I was leaving behind, only that everything familiar was about to change. When my family made the decision to move to the United States, immigration wasn’t a choice I made, but it quickly became the experience that shaped who I am. We lived with my aunt for 6 months before finding a place of our own, and during that time I began to realize how much everything was changing. Because I had taken English classes back in Iran, I often had to help translate for my parents, who were still learning the language. I remember standing in stores or everyday situations, carefully translating between my parents and others; at a young age, I felt a quiet responsibility to help my family navigate a world that was just as unfamiliar to me.
The transition wasn’t easy. I was met with culture shock, from new foods and a new language to unfamiliar stores and holidays I had never seen before, especially one where people dressed up and went door to door collecting candy. Beyond those differences, what stood out most was the curiosity of others. I was constantly asked about my past, my culture, and my family. At times it felt overwhelming, like I had to represent something I was still trying to understand myself. I often worry about saying the wrong thing. As time passed, I adjusted. I found my place, built connections, and gained confidence. What once made me feel out of place became something that shaped my strength and purpose. More importantly, I came to understand the depth of my parents’ sacrifice. While I left behind pieces of my childhood, they left behind entire lives they had built over years. I am blessed to have parents who chose uncertainty so my brother and I could have more opportunities.
This experience taught me that belonging does not come from a place or language, but from people who accept you as you are. Through my journey, I have connected with others from different cultures and come to value the perspectives they bring. Now, my friends learn words in Farsi, try Iranian foods, and ask about my culture, something that once made me nervous has become something I am proud to share. Looking ahead, I plan to attend Binghamton University, where I intend to major in biology as a step toward a career in the medical field. I aspire to become a healthcare professional who can connect with people from diverse backgrounds and provide care that is both knowledgeable and understanding. I have seen how difficult it can be for families to navigate healthcare when language and understanding become barriers. I want to be someone who eases that fear and helps patients feel heard. My immigrant experience has shaped my ability to empathize, communicate, and advocate for others, and I plan to carry these qualities forward in everything I do. At Binghamton, I also hope to challenge myself academically and personally by learning from people with different backgrounds and perspectives. I believe growth comes from both education and experience, and I am eager to pursue both. Ultimately, my goal is to use my education to make a difference in people’s lives during moments when they need it most. Whether through medicine or everyday acts of understanding, I hope to give others the same sense of welcome that shaped my own journey.