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Ok so here is my life story sorry if it is boring. I was born in Iran and when I was six America finally said they will let us be refugees. I had no idea. I have two older sisters and they knew. I had no idea we were going to leave Iran. One day we just did. After hours and hours of strange airports full of people that touched eachother and didn't cover their bodies we made it to Vienna Austria. I'm not Muslim and that is why America agreed. We were religious refugees. Austria was terrible. The children at school were mean to me and I didn't understand a word of it. I didn't even know what Christmas was until then but we didn't celebrate it. At age aix I developed a stress disorder that made me so sad I became physically sick and spent a lot of time in a hospital. After a year of being bullied, living in a dirty apartment with no personal rooms wear the whole family slept in one bed, and the hospital we could finally come to America. We moved into some ghetto cuz that's all we could afford and my father that was an engineer and a professor in Iran was now working at good will. After two years in the ghetto I had finally learned English and my father got a decent Job. We loved into a nice house. I still remember the children at my elementary school calling me a dirty terrorist and. Not playing with me. It really hurt. It's been 10 years since we moved out of Iran. And I watch terrible things happen to my family there while I sit here in America. We act very American but my marriage will still be arranged when the time comes and it will be an Iranian man. But my family and I have come far. I'm just glad I'm alive. I'm still depressed and traumatized because what I saw as a child in Iran but I'm trying my best.