Maria is currently taking English class at the Institute for Immigrant Concerns and a discerning, brilliant and well-experienced student. She has been with us for two Cycles.
We are sharing with you her story here, please see how Maria’s “Journey From Honduras to NYC” has been going.
My Journey: From Honduras to NYC
Walking under the heat of the sun and the pouring rain, parents drag their kids and try to flee their country. I feel pain for them, and my eyes are swelling with tears.
Just recently, my cousin Yolanda became one of the members of the migrant caravan where she passed five towns by bus from Honduras to Mexico. Then she tried to cross the border into the US, but ended up being put into a cell for three weeks. Luckily, her family bailed her out and now she is in New York City, applying for political asylum. I’m happy that my cousin can now achieve her dream in the legal way like I did, yet I feel bad about what she went through. She must have been so scared when she heard the gun shot near her house, and then found out her friend was killed by someone she knew. She must have been so desperate when she refused to go outside her house at night for two months and eventually decided to go across the border in Mexico. My heart breaks every time I see on the news that people are trying to immigrate to the US for similar reasons – I was one of them.
The caravan represents frustrations but also dreams. The dream of living in a land of freedom. The dream of gaining opportunities and creating a better life for oneself. Honduras’ second named is “the murder capital of the world”; people face limitations in food, money, personal expression, and so on. As one who once lived there, I am so grateful that I was able to move to the US legally and that I could then start my new life here in New York, a city that has so much diversity and is so tolerant of different cultures. I am enjoying my time here so much. I have made great friends. I’m working as a caretaker. I can both be myself and provide help for others.
I still love my own country very much. We have amazing views of the Caribbean, tasty food, passionate local dance and music and beautiful languages. I carry my home culture when I meet American culture. But my eyes still fill with tears when I hear bad news about the situation in my country. I will keep going forward to achieve my dream life. My journey has only just begun.
By Maria Marin, ESOL student from Honduras