My family immigrated from Iran in 1979. First my father came, and then my mother and I. I was 6 months old when I came to this country. My parents started again in this country, my mother getting another college degree, my father a new job. Despite acts of hate during the Iran Hostage Crisis, my parents were able to build a new life for themselves and provide for my brother and I.
Nonetheless, despite our success we are still haunted by and consistently faced by stereotypes of middle eastern cultures in this country.
After 40 years of living in this country, I ask myself - will we ever belong?