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Iran - United States
Farajollah "Jeff" Ghandnoosh
I was born in Iran and came to the United States to attend college. While here I studied English and worked at Beverly’s Restaurant at NW 23rd and Classen. Following graduation, I continued to work at Beverly’s and eventually bought it from Doris Ballard in January of 1991. Later that year I changed the name to Jeff’s Country Kitchen, serving OKC great food until I sold the property to Walgreens. After the sale, I relocated the restaurant to NW 33rd and Classen. We were ready to serve on July 4th, 2004 and celebrated our 30th year of restaurant service this January.
I met my wife through my sisters. They told me about her, and 1 decided to call her. We had a long-distance relationship for about two months. The calls cost $1 a minute and we talked every day. I decided, rather comically, that it would be more cost efficient to travel back to Iran and marry my sweet wife. I made the trek to Iran and two months later we were married. Upon returning to Oklahoma City, we created a life of love, hard work, and family. We have one daughter, and I am proud to say is very well educated. She is currently in process of becoming a doctor.
I was asked about having connection to family back home, Yes, I have millions of family members in Iran, and they are all suffering. The extremists and wars have destroyed the once beautiful city that was my home. I appreciate the opportunity of living in America and have created a wonderful and quite successful life here in Oklahoma but my heart breaks for the unrest in my homeland.
The Netherlands - United States
Leanne
I almost feel guilty for not having that story or experience that Americans seem to think is typical of an “immigrant.” The one in which the immigrant left a country because of violence, poverty, or persecution, in search of a dream, a new life in the US. A success story, yet marked by the struggle of integration and fitting in. I often feel like I have little in common with other immigrants. As a white woman from a NATO country, speaking English fluently and without an accent, integration went fairly seamlessly. But I think the real reason is that I never immigrated on purpose. I was only going to stay a little while. I came to the US in 2000 on a student visa to go to Bible college. My intent was to graduate college, go home, and join a mission organization. But I met my Air Force Husband, married after my graduation, and never went back. Finances, life circumstances, a booming real estate market, and no job opportunities for him, have made it an unattainable dream still to return to the Netherlands. I am 39 years old and have now been in the US for over 20 years. Every time I think about that – and how that is more than half of my life – I tear up and a feeling of anxiety and desperation rises up in my chest to the point I can physically feel it. The longer I am here and the older my children get, the smaller my chances of ever returning home. It’s a thought that plays in my head daily.
The grass is always greener on the other side and maybe I am just glorifying the past or culture I probable no longer fit in because it has changed too much over the last 20 years, and I’ve probably changed even more. I’ve become so Americanized, people don’t even know I am an immigrant unless I tell them. Maybe that deep longing that I feel is what CS Lewis referred to when he wrote, “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.”
It’s not that I hate it here (although there are certainly some aspects of society and culture that I could do without). I live here, this is my community too. I uphold the Constitution because I believe it’s valuable and good. As a naturalized citizen I vote in ways I believe will make my community, state, and this country a better place for all people. I will never get enough of America the Beautiful: its incredibly diverse geographical features, from the big sky over vast prairies to the woods, mountains, and canyons, there is so much more to discover.
But every day, I am in one way or another confronted with what I am missing back home. Sometimes I don’t even want to check my phone for pictures of nieces and nephews, or a conversation with my mom, because it is literally physically painful. A deep, longing ache for them, for my culture, that I can’t begin to describe. It’s like a sinking feeling in my chest, a heaviness and contracting of the sternum and upper abdomen. It’s the weirdest thing. I feel stuck sometimes. Stuck between my home here, stuck between my home there. And I think I will always be. As much as I don’t want it to be because it makes me feel somewhat like a traitor, this is home too. It is here in the US where I “adulted” and spent most of my cognitive and formative years. But the Netherlands is home-home. My family is there, my history, my culture, my friends, my roots. The ache for that home is deep and relentless. Over the years, particularly during the first 8 years or so, I would always waver back and forth. I would feel at home here, thinking I could never go back. In college, when I would visit the NL, I missed my life in Chicago and wanted to go back. But as the years went on, when my children were born, when I realized they would grow up without close involvement or proximity to grandparents and that I was on my own, it became harder. When I realized they wouldn’t grow up the way I did, know that part of their heritage intimately, it stung. And a level of homesickness crept in that over the years has only grown more intense.
I don’t want to be the lone person in the family tree who “immigrated” and started a new life, because that wasn’t my intent, but more so, it makes me feel lonely, and as if my family and culture were not good enough. And I am pretty sure my family has given up on holding on to the notion that one day we’d move back. I feel guilty about smashing my parents’ hopes.
Morocco - United States
I immigrated from Morocco to the United states in 1983 on an education visa. When I arrived in the States I only spoke French so for the first six months of living in the United States I went to English as a Second language training which cost three thousand dollars a month. It was at these ESL classes where I met my wife which caused me to like Oklahoma a little more. I started working at a local restaurant during my time in ESL and continued through college. Beginning as a dishwasher, I later transitioned into a mangers position and then eventually purchased the business and went on to expand to multiple locations. My wife was working on her Master’s degree when we met and our wo sons both have college educations and are doing very well. I still has very good relationships with his brothers and sisters both in the United States and Morocco.
I appreciate the system I came under when I immigrated but that tensions regarding immigrants rose after the implementation of the lottery system. I believe that, with the lottery system, many people with negative intentions came to America and hurt the reputation of all other immigrants. I see how tension has risen regarding immigration. I do not think, if I could go back, I would make the same decision. The system worked once but with changes in legislation, my experience with some Americans have become regrettable. I am proud of my life. I have worked hard to achieve what I have accomplished. I am proud of my beautiful, educated wife and children who have also developed a hard work ethic and achieved an education. Through all the hurdles, I have built a great life for me and my family in Oklahoma.
Chile-Croatia-Czech Republic-England-France-Spain-U.S.A.
Hannah Hawkins
I was born in Chile and adopted by American, Christian Missionaries. I have moved, or immigrated, many times in my life. I moved from Chile to Croatia, Czech Republic, England, France, Spain, and then to the United States of America. I have lived in Alabama, Virginia, and Oklahoma in the U.S.A. My family and I officially moved to the United States in 2015, after my parents retired from the International Mission Board. My parents were born and grew up in the United States. We knew it was time to make the move and we also made the decision to move to the U.S. so that my family could take care of my grandparents.
The process of every move was difficult. It was hard for me emotionally because I had to leave my friends and the family I had made in each country behind. I knew before moving that I would miss the culture and people, and did after each move miss the culture and people, because I made that country, that place, my home. I had to leave everything I knew and loved behind. I had to start all over again in making friends, adapting to the culture, and the language. There were a lot of inconsistencies and, as a result, things that most people considered easy to do or know, are hard for me.
My family had to deal with a lot of hardships and one of the hardest ones was when my older brother got deported from England. He had just turned 18 and England considers that age a legal adult. Because he was considered a legal adult, they did not allow him to enter the country. After appealing the case, a judge overturned that ruling and my brother was allowed to enter the country. We laugh about it now, but it was a difficult time for our family. At least now, my brother can say he got deported from a country. Not many can say that. Each move brought new experiences, people, and culture. Many people do not get the chance to see Europe, for example, let alone reside there. I was blessed to see different cultures and experience the beauty and history of each country I called home. Also, the food was fantastic in each new place. I would love to go back to some places I have called home for the food! My life looks different now than it has at times in the past.
I am currently a student at Oklahoma Baptist University. I am a senior and will finish in December, 2021. I am studying to be an elementary teacher. When I first came to OBU, I was undeclared. I did not know what to do and I took a variety of classes, one of them being an education class. Out of all the different classes that I took, education was the one that stuck. So, I continued that path that I believe God wanted me to take.
Education was one of the things I really struggled with due to the inconsistency of moving around so much. There were many teachers that helped me through those difficulties and there were some that were not so helpful. It got so complicated that there was a fear that I would never graduate high school on time or at all, because of how far behind I was in my academics. I truly believed that I was, for lack of a better word, stupid and will never amount to anything. However, there were teachers that believed and had faith in me. They steered me away from those negative thoughts and taught me that I am smart, I just learn things in a different way than most. I want to be like those teachers for my future students. I lived through the difficulties and I will be able to relate to those who are struggling in academics because of that. I want to be their encouragement and let them know that they can succeed in school and in life.
My life has taught me a lot. Do not think of challenges as an enemy, but as a friend, for challenges provides growth and strength to deal with hardships in life. My life has been a difficult road, but it has been an exciting one as well. The challenges I have faced have made me who I am today. I have learned to persevere, and to continue to be happy and positive no matter the difficulties. Every time I face a challenge, I know God is teaching me something. I just need to keep going until I discover what God wants me to learn.
Having lived so many different places impacts how I think about “home.” I feel every place I go, I will make it my home. I don’t know that there is one particular place I would like to live again, or live in for the first time. There are places I would like to visit, such as China, Italy, Africa, and Ireland. I guess I would not mind moving back to either Spain, England, or Czech Republic. But right now, I am here. For right now, wherever my family is, that is my home.
Canada - United States
Lane Schaff
I was born in Lampman, Saskatchewan, Canada. I came to the U.S.A. to play hockey after I finished high school. When I came for hockey, it was really easy to immigrate. The team I was playing for did all of the visa stuff. When I got married to an American woman and decided to stay in the U.S., it was a lot more paperwork, but it was still fairly straight-forward.
I still love hockey and it is still a part of my family’s life. I met my wife at a hockey game. My sons play hockey. We enjoy other sports, too. I no longer play hockey myself and I have had a change in profession. I am a salesman now, selling food! I love talking to people and meeting new people. So being in sales is a win-win! It’s fun to get to interact with all different types of people day in and day out. My life all the way through has taught me that you get what you work for and that’s a lesson I carry with me and live by.
I still have family in Canada that I keep in contact with. And I have built a family of my own here. I do consider Oklahoma my home now. Some things have been really different, especially when I first moved. I grew up in a town of 500 people, so it was a lot slower pave of life and people were really chill about things. Going to a city, it was a lost faster paced and
everyone is always in a hurry! I try to hang on to the slower pace and not get in a rush for everything, but it is hard.
If I had the choice to immigrate, or not all over again, I would make the same choice. I love it here! Life might move at a different pace, but there are some parts of Oklahoma that are just like Saskatchewan! I like calling this place home!
Bolivia - United States
I came to the US from Bolivia at attend college. It had always been my Mother’s plan for me and my sister to finish high school and then come to the US for college. The process of immigrating was easy because I came with one of my friends from high school and the fire station I volunteered in so I wasn’t alone. The biggest pro would have been getting to experience a new world. The language change brought a whole different way of thinking. I also went to an American school back in Bolivia, so I was used to my classes being in English and I find it a lot easier to learn in English. One thing that I had to adjust to and it took my quite a while was the way in which people speak sarcastically here. I noticed that it’s a lot more in the southern part of the US also.
Since my arrival in the US I have already finished my undergraduate degree in Pre-allied Health at OBU and with that I plan to at some point further my studies to become a physical therapist. I am considering going for a Physical Therapy Assistant (PTA) degree first though.
I chose a PT degree because I was a volunteer firefighter back home from the age of 14 and I always liked any health-related fields. I had a paragliding accident about a year before coming here to the States which left me in bed for a couple weeks. At that point I started exercising more and I started to rehabilitate my leg which got injured in the accident. I noticed how it was very expensive to take care of something so important and how there were times that I couldn’t pay for my PT sessions. I wanted to become a PT and hopefully open a clinic or several clinics back home and make it affordable for the population.
Once graduating I saw how busy life is and all the different things that had to be taken care of. At some point it seemed really hard to see myself working what I’ve been in since graduating (managing a fast food place) and going to the graduate school. It’s because of this that it may be my best option to take the PTA degree to free up time and increase my income so I could later go on to grad school.
I think it’s something that I’m currently in the process of learning which is to not forget the people in your past that have helped you and loved you. I went through a phase where I became busier here especially towards graduating in which I wasn’t communicating as much with my grandma and my sister which I grew up with in Bolivia, but fortunately since then I’ve been talking to them more.
I’ve had a lot of family and friends which have always supported me and made me feel cared for and now that I’m not surrounded by as many people and often feel like I’m going through struggles alone, I realize how much care I got from them. I try to call my aunts and uncles who I grew up with and message my friends from school and the fire station because I have fond memories with those people. I now have the support and care of my partner, L, who I met through a friend we had in common after my first year at OBU.I kept to myself most of the time because I was only focused on studying and working out and then we had an extroverted friend who brought my friend group together with hers.
I feel that if I go back to Bolivia my experience would be different than what it was before I left. I know that a lot of what made my childhood and teenage years seem so pretty was that I was young and so was my family, so I didn’t have much to worry about. I do still see though how my family get’s together as they used to which is something that’s part of our tradition. Life seems more lonely here if you aren’t with your immediate family. Back home we see our neighbors, the people on the streets, and the ladies who sell stuff in the market as our family. There is this “cariño” we have between each other which is a sense of connection and I believe its due to strong family values, a strong culture and patriotism as well. After leaving Bolivia and realizing that I will always be moving, home is where I find myself in the moment surrounded by the people I care about. There’s been recent trying times where I’ve felt that sense of connection dissolve and felt lost here in a different country, but I take these challenges head on and can’t let them take me down.
I have considered if given the choice would I still come to the US. I have a very torn decision on that one. There was an emotional factor which led me to leave Bolivia in the first place and attempt to start a life here, but at the same time I had a strong group of people surrounding me which I could’ve used to succeed career-wise. There were some complications that developed here but at the same time who am I to know what my life would have been like if I had stayed. I do not regret my decision because seeing the state of Bolivia as of recent I would not have been able to help my grandmother in any way from over there.