My Name Is Kemya

by Kemya Gul Sadiq

Transitioning from Kabul to the peaceful streets of Blue Ridge, USA has brought immense change for me and my family. The sad events in Kabul pushed us to find safety in this new land – introducing us to many new experiences. After three months here, I am fully engaged in the Blue Ridge Literacy class, working hard to overcome the language barriers that have come with our journey. My husband’s unwavering support is clear as he takes me to and from the literacy class, driving through the calm roads of BRL.

The differences between the busy life of Kabul and the quiet of our new surroundings are clear, reminding us of the big change we’re experiencing. After my class my focus turn to my children while the memories of Kabul’s troubles are still with them. They now find happiness and safety in their new home. Making lunch and dinner for them helps connect our old traditions with the new experiences we’re having, mixing the flavors of Afghanistan with those of our new home. This journey from Kabul to Blue Ridge is filled with challenges and hope, our strong determination, the friendly community and the many opportunities here are the foundation on which we are building our new lives far from the difficulties that once shaped our existence.

Author’s Note: My name is Kemya. I am from Kabul, Afghanistan. I am a student at Blue Ridge Literacy.