Cameroon

My name is SK and I was born in Cameroon. I am married and have two beautiful children. After attending elementary school and earning my high school diploma, I registered at the Douala Technical Institute of Technologies to major in Hydraulic Engineering. It was while at this prestigious institution that most of my problems started. Like…

Myanmar

(M is a student of English. This is M’s first long report written entirely in English.) My name is M. My country’s name is Myanmar. I am from Minbya township. Minbya is in the north of my country. It is flat and there are rivers and mountains behind my city. Lay Myo river is in…

Stories of Home

For the next few weeks, Tell Your Story is going to feature stories of refugees and immigrants who visit the PRC. All the names are changed, but the heart remains the same. Enjoy!  

The Darkest of All Places

There is a place. I do not know if it is only mine, or a place belonging to everyone. I am relieved that I visit it so rarely. When I do, the trips are memorable and frightful. Who knows how much mental and emotional energy is spent in nocturnal visits to this place? Imagine that…

108

As I crossed the bridge, from the station, there it was— 108 stories of steel and glass coming off the ground. The Sears Tower (I will never call it Willis) had more people working in it than my small town of Warrenville had living in it. I was in a new world. From the ground…

Let Us Guess

The force that moves the universe. It can do everything— with or without you. It has the power to take you up and take you down. It may have colors. It may have smells. It may have tastes. When you take a deep breath, you it fills you. Can you guess now? What is it?…

Fireflies

There must have been a house, but I can’t recall what it looked like because all I can remember was the field. We drove for forever, it seemed! Buildings gave way to sleepy ‘burbs, that then surrendered to expansive farms. At dusk, we arrived. And the field… a wide cast open swath of earth. I…

An Observation and a Bit of Whimsy

EACH PERSON IS BORN WITH A THREAD WHEN IT’S ENDED FRANKLY YOU ARE DEAD BUT IF YOU LIVED LIFE THE MOST AND WERE A GOOD CARING HOST THE THREAD WILL LIVE ON INSTEAD. Picture a spider web, though not the neat centric web of ghost stories and Halloween decorations. A web that is oblong and…

Friendship Soufflé

To lift a friend in trouble. Ingredients: 1 air of approachability 2 listening ears 2 welcoming shoulders 1 scant sense of humor 1 mouth, working 1 mouth, closed 1 heaping portion of tolerance Yield: 2 generous servings Have all of your ingredients at the ready before you begin. Do your mise en place! Don the…

“What is this?”

K repeats his history, a version of his story, almost every time we sit down to talk. There is a wooden table. There is a man with a belt. There is blood. Sometimes the victim is a young woman who attended a birthday party. She is being beaten because men were present at the party….

S(END) Off Part 3

I created my college major. I call it “The Politics of Language.” I’m studying how public discourse and rhetoric around marginalized groups affects public policy. When I tell people what I’m studying eyes widen, heads nod. I’ve grown accustomed to the polite smile. And to explaining. We throw words around like they are meaningless. But the way we talk about each other influences…

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