Living the American Dream

After 22 looooong years of living in Pennsylvania, I finally became a U.S. Citizen on April 19th. This post is dedicated to my American friends to give them a glimpse of what it’s like to grow up a non-citizen and have to earn it.

My little brother is American and when the Persian Gulf War started, two U.S. Ambassadors personally came to our door to escort us out of Kuwait. We were going to be transported to the U.S. to keep the family safe and given an hour to pack two suitcases. We left everything else behind and were driven to the airport where we boarded a plane to Philadelphia. Years later, I discovered my parents were given a choice in where to live, with San Francisco and Florida among them. My Dad settled on Philadelphia to be close to his younger brother who resided in New Jersey. Continue reading

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