Hello everyone! Today I was on the bus ride home, watching some Buzzfeed videos and I came across this one:
This video shows children of Asian immigrant parents explain what sacrifices their parents have made for them.
It really hit home, close to the heart and I cried like a baby on the bus. Of course, I ran off the bus when my stop came and hugged my parents.
But it really got me thinking what my parents have done for me, what sacrifices they've made for me, and what things I've done that make me ashamed.
My mother and father are both first generation immigrants, my dad coming from Bangladesh and my mom coming from Pakistan. They came here for an education, where they met in Hawaii.
They did come for an education, not for me as I was born here, but the thing is, they stayed here for me. We live in a small town, nothing really big. But they stayed in this small town for me to receive my education. They could have easily left, but they didn't.
I think about all my parents could have accomplished if I wasn't born, and it honestly makes me depressed. I think of all the thousands of dollars that they spent on me to give me the best life that I could have. My dad gave up his millionaire status when I was 2-3 to pay for my ear surgery. My dad wanted to move to LA and become a film director, my mom wanted to take up full time research in Pakistan. But they didn't move, because of me.
Naturally, I wish that I hadn't been born to give my parents all the opportunities that they wanted. Why did they do this for me? What's so special about me? But they love me. I'm their child, their everything and they'd give up anything for me. Everyone's parents would.
The fact that I know my parents would sacrifice everything for me is insane. The thought that they would die to save me if they had to is insane. I don't think about this enough often. And everyone should think about this at least once before you say how much you hate your parents for taking away your phone for 2 days.
When I was a little bit younger, possibly 8-10, I used to hate my religion. I couldn't do things other kids did, and I couldn't do certain things when I grew up, like drink alcohol. I used to be ashamed when I would reveal that I was Muslim. Now, I'm ashamed to even remember that I used to think that way, about my faith, just because some people thought it wasn't a good religion.
I think about how ungrateful I can be sometimes. The fact that I have all this faith surrounding me but I was ashamed of it. The fact that I don't appreciate that my parents came to a foreign land and stayed here for me enough. The fact that I don't appreciate my parents enough period.
Go hug your mom. Your dad. The person who takes care of you. Remember all they have done for you. Even if they're not immigrant parents, they've made so many sacrifices for you. Just always remember that.
What's the biggest sacrifice your parents have made for you? Did you just go and hug your caretaker? If not, do that right now.
Thanks for reading,