Fear Of War Narrative Essay

I was desperate to find a way to bring my family or at least my daughter here to the US. I am not sure how I came about consulting with a lawyer to find out whether a separation of a mother from her child can be considered a “humanitarian reason” --- Notes: “United States will not reissue visas, nor will they issue new visas, except for compelling and proven humanitarian reasons or where the national interest of our own country requires”. I found an immigration lawyer in Saint Louis and made an appointment.
St. Louis was about hundred miles from Rolla, I asked my friend if she could take me to the lawyer office in St. Louis since I didn’t have a car. She accepted and we went to see the lawyer. Unfortunately, the lawyer didn’t think I has

a case. I came away disappointed, but not yet convinced that my case is not a humanitarian case.
I thought about going to the United State Department in Washington D.C. and talk to someone about my case. How naïve I was! I knew a friend who lived in Washington DC, I called and told her about my situation. She was more than happy to let me stay with her. As soon as the semester ended, I bought a Greyhound bus ticket going to Washington D.C. from Rolla. It was over 900 miles from Rolla to Washington D.C., and it took more than thirty-five hours to get there. Seeing and spending time with my friend was very nice, but the goal was XXXX on my mind. I managed to go to the State Department and asked the security guards that I wanted to speak to someone who can help me to bring my daughter to the US. I don’t remember what else I told guard, that he finally went and brought someone to the front door. With my broken English, I told the new guy about my daughter and I wanted to bring her in the US. Unfortunately, nothing mattered, the response was no, how naïve I was thinking that I would be able to find a solution. It was so frustrating and I felt miserable! I left the Washington the next day.
The year1980 was tough year for me, the hostage crisis continued throughout the year.

In the fall of 1980, neighbor to the south, Iraq, ruled by brutal dictator Saddam Hussein lunched an attack against Iran, hoping to capture territory in midst of hostage crisis, and ongoing feud with the US. Half a million Iraqi and Iranian soldiers, with an equivalent number of civilians, are believed to have died, with many more injured; however, the war brought neither reparations nor changes in borders. Extensive use of chemical weapon used by Iraq on civilian during this atrocity. My brother, twenty-five years old, volunteered and joined the army to go fight the war, this brought additional distraught in my

life.
Another major event in 1980 was, the presidential election between the President Jimmy Carter (Democrat) and the California Governor Ronald Reagan (Republican) was held on November 4th, 1980.

President Carter lost the election mainly because the Iran-US hostage crisis. Minutes after Ronald Reagan’s inauguration, on January 20, 1981, the 52 U.S. hostages held at the U.S. embassy in Teheran, were released, ending the 444-day Iran Hostage Crisis. This was the best thing happened after a long and painful time. The Iranian travel ban was lifted sometime later, in 1981, but my husband and daughter still could not leave Iran because of the Iran-Iraq war. The Iranian government would not allow ing people to leave the country during the

war.