Why Did I Hate About Myself?

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Growing up, being different was a characteristic I disliked about myself. It essentially meant that I could not be a part of the “cool kids”, a group that was mostly homogenous of race and cultural values. I simply felt that I did not belong.
When I first came to America, I met many peers and neighbors that demonstrated attributes of kindness and accommodation. My friends accepted who I was without any labels, at least up until the fourth grade when a national tragedy changed my life. I recall seeing two buildings on fire being broadcasted on my classroom TV. I said to my fourth grade teacher, “Mrs. Gallagher, what's wrong? Why are planes crashing into buildings?” I never got my answer, and soon enough I was on a school bus heading home. As soon as I got off the bus, my friend Ian’s dad told me that my family and I should go back to where we came from because this country would not tolerate “my kind”. …show more content…

When my father decided to send me on a trip back home to Pakistan during my senior year of high school I was ecstatic. I could not have been anymore thankful knowing that I would be in the company of people who would accept me. My Urdu, Punjabi and Hindi language speaking skills allowed me to appear as a native Pakistani, but my manners and American way of thinking could not veil the reality any further. Soon enough I had become what I feared most, an “American” to native Pakistanis and an outsider within my own culture. I found myself feeling alone and

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