My grandmother, Rokeya Sultana, grew up in the urban parts of Bangladesh, with 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Her father, my great grandfather, was the chief officer of the district. She would go to school or to places by a motorcycle, car, or helicopter. She was living the life of her dreams. But then, my great grandfather had diabetes, and it was discovered one month before he died. It was a great shock for my great grandmother’s family because they had to move from the urban city to a rural neighborhood. My grandmother went to elementary, middle, and high school as a child. She also received a Bachelor’s degree in teaching. She was a good student and a very honest and respectful person. Once she reached the age of 20 to 21, she married Jonab Ali, my grandfather, and moved to Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh. They lived happily and my mother, Naheed Sultana, was born on August 13, 1970. A couple of years later, her 3 brothers, Habib, Qamrul, and Jafrul Ahsan were born. My mother lived with her siblings, parents, uncles, and grandmother (my grandma’s mother). My mother was a very talented child, along with my uncles. They always placed in the top 2 in their class, and they were also talented in other activities such as singing, drawing, and playing sports. My uncles and my mother, each received at least one award for all 3 of these categories. Everyone thought that my mother’s family was so perfect because they were well educated and were also doing well in school. It was hard for my uncles and mother to live without a father sometimes, though. My grandfather would frequently have move to different cities in Bangladesh for his job as a civil engineer. My grandmother decided to just settle down in Dhaka with her ... ... middle of paper ... ...going to elementary school, along with my father studying and receiving a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Science. At the age of 8, my family moved to Dallas, Texas because my father got a job there. My little brother started kindergarten, and we lived there for 2 years, and moved again to Montreal, Canada, when I was going into 5th grade. I had to take one French class because it was the second language of Quebec, a state in Canada where Montreal was located in. But it was fascinating to learn a new language other than my mother language and English. I spent 2 years in Montreal, and then finally in 7th grade, I moved to Denver, Colorado. I had to move from different places and schools, which partially was a disruption to my education and partially not because I learned the different cultures that exists in just two different countries, located in the same continent.
As I grew older, between the transition of a child to a teenager, I learned more about my family, its culture and background, and even some back story about how they came to the United States to the first place. Back at home, my parents are certainly not home for long and everyday we weren't
A genetic family history assessment contains information about family structure and relationships. A typical nurse will use a three-generation family pedigree to gather the information. By doing so, nurses can be aware of which family members are at risk for disorders from a genetic component. Therefore, they can be provided with lifestyle advice, recommendations, and referrals to appropriate specialists (Kaakinen, Coehlo, Steele, Tabacco & Hanson, 2015). A genetic family history assessment will be provided about my family.
My most memorable trip of my life was when I first moved to the United States in 2008. I was eight years old when I moved from the small city of HaIfa in Israel to the big bay area. Israel can fit into just California about 20 times! I moved here wIth my mom ,dad ,older brother ,and younger sIster. There were many big obstacles and trips my famIly knew we had to take in order to feel more comfortable and at home here In the United States.
When my mother was of high school age (around 16 years old), she lived with her parents and six other siblings (D. Ta, personal communication, July 8, 2015). Her father, mother, four brothers, and two sisters were 48, 45, 22, 21, 21, 20, 18, and 16 years old, respectively (D. Ta, personal communication, July 8, 2015). They were all of Vietnamese descent and followed the religion of Buddhism; however, this did not play a major factor in their lives, as they were not devout followers who attended weekly lectures and listened to every single word spoken in the temple(s) (D. Ta, personal communication, July 8, 2015). On the other hand, the house I was living in when I was enrolled in high school consisted of my parents and two other siblings. My
I was born and raised in the United States, where I lived with my mom, dad and two brothers. More specifically, I was born in Mission Hills, Ca., where we lived for about a year before our first major move to Bakersfield, Ca. When I was a little girl, my Dad switched jobs quite a few times, requiring us to move frequently. I was not raised in one specific place, rather a bunch of different places. When I was about 11 years old, we finally settled in San Diego, Ca., where we lived in the same house for about 8 years until I moved out on my own at 19. When I describe to others I usually say I was raised in San Diego, since I lived there the longest and have the most memories of my adolescence from here. As result of all the moving, I went to
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
Throughout my life I have heard a wide range of stories from my parents. When putting this assignment together I have put these stories into account. Randall Bass, educator of English at Georgetown University, concurs that stories shape individuals ' personalities. Bass expresses that, "People infer their feeling of personality from their way of life, and societies are frameworks of conviction that decide how individuals experience their lives" (Bass 1). Social stories about family history, religion, nationality, and legacy impact individuals ' conduct and convictions. Personalities of diverse individuals originate from their societies. Narrating starts at home. Stories associate individuals to their frameworks of convictions. They shape individuals ' lives by giving them a model of how to live. Individuals get their most punctual learning from distinctive stories. (Bass)
Twentieth century America has become a time for attacking and destroying the most malignant of our social diseases. At the forefront of these attacks has been racism. Although nationalistic and bigoted sentiments existed in America prior to the founding of Jamestown, it was not until the civil rights movement of the 1960's that racial equality became more of a reality than a dream. But as African-Americans, Hispanics, Asians and other people of color struggled to regain their cultural identity, the rest of the population was assimilated into an all inclusive racial category known as "white."
As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
“Families come in all shapes and sizes. Regardless of the configuration, the one universal descriptor is that families are diverse in nature” (Mark Hanson 43). While many people assume that western Americanized families lack a culture, my family’s characteristics, beliefs, heritage and values still differentiate amongst other cultures and add to our diverse community and world. My immediate family consists of four persons – my mother, Geraldine, who is fifty-eight, my father James, who is sixty-one, my older brother Patrick who is twenty-three, and I being twenty. My brother and myself are third generation American-Citizens. We live in the same exact house in Somerville, Ma that my great-grandparent’s, on my mother 's side, built when arriving
The location of my birth, where I grew up, and where I currently reside has molded me into the person that I am today. I was born in Royal Oak, Michigan and lived in Madison Heights, Michigan until I was 4 years old. My family then moved to Warren, Michigan where I have resided for 16 years. In my childhood home, we spoke English. Likewise, in my current home, we speak
Above is my immediate family, which is graphed by simple facts into this genogram. All of the information that was included into this genogram was known information. Since all of these family members are still alive, it made it easier to compile this information. Each specific family has its own dynamic. With my parents and brother, we are not that tight-knit; I don’t share every inch of my life and haven’t for many years, but equally they do not ask. Whereas, my mother and her brother along with her parents are very tight knit. They share everything and do a lot of things together, while being more conservative with their actions and behavior. They are always on their best behavior. On the flip side, my father and his parents and
Family history is very important to an individual. By knowing where you come from, you can have a better perspective of your life. Having a clear understanding of your family background allows you to better appreciate the things that you would normally take for granted. The house, the car, and the average clothing may look better when one sees the sacrifices their family has made. They will see that their family has worked very hard just so their family can experience the better things in life. A persons roots and origin is one of the most important things to explore. It alone can bring you closer to self-discovery.
J. L. is a Hmong-American woman living here in Clovis, California; she is a respect woman in her family. Upon arrival, I asked her to tell me about her life from when she was a child until the present day. Thus, the topic of discussion was about her childhood, growing up, and her current life now.
My family and family history starts like most people’s. Two people fell in love, they had kids, their kids had kids and so on and so forth. But where we come from and who we are, is a completely different story. From our European roots, to the mixing of our blood once my family migrated to America, my family is quite complex but one that I am proud of and love greatly.