Coming to a new country is a struggle, let alone as an immigrant who must try to adjust to a new country. In the wake of my father's passing, I was raised by a single mother who sacrificed everything for our education and brought us to the United States. This inspired me to become a driven and hard-working student early on.
Arriving In the United States has been one of the most challenging journeys for my family. Dealing with the language barrier and coming from a small refugee camp with minimal resources where we did not have access to an education system, and straight away being thrown in Washington, where we came when we first arrived in the United States, was different and hard to adjust to the environment. One of the first encounters we had was commuting with the people we had been staying with as caseworkers assigned us and being terrified of everything: the food, going outside, talking with them. We felt hopeless and clueless, and a sense of being in jail because we had no idea who to ask for help and were even scared to get our daily duties done. We could move into a place of our own, but that was when everything compiled for us as we turned on the stove and did not know how to turn it back off, getting locked in the bathroom. With our minimal English efficiency, we ran for help outside and approached this middle-aged man who used to work in the front yard of our apartment with the only words we knew being service and pointed to our stove. He sensed that we were new and helped assist us, and thought about how to work things around the house.
Starting school for the first time in America was a terrifying experience for someone who did not ever go to school before. It was challenging for me to communicate, read, or write in English. Not knowing a single word of English in a foreign country was a struggle that only one with this specific experience could feel. As I walked into an American school for the first time on a Monday morning, I got lost immediately and found myself wandering around the three floors in a circle for a couple of minutes. Being with students who knew the language and went through K-4 in an American school is something that someone who can not understand or speak the language can not keep up with. New school and not knowing anybody from the school, feeling lost and left out. When I wanted to ask for help, I'd find myself speaking Somali. My classmates made fun of how I came from another country and did not speak English. I remember one girl asking, "How do you not know how to read, write, or speak English?" That moment motivated me to prove that I'm capable and just as innovative as them.
All these experiences only shaped and made me the strong, resilient person I’m today. I was able to realize all the opportunities that were given to me and cherish them. Currently, I'm a high school student enrolled in a PSEO program that allows students to earn college credit, earn an associate degree, and work towards a four-year degree to become a Human Service manager. All this would not be possible if I did not overcome all the obstacles I faced.