Wednesday, April 06, 2005

A short story which is becoming a tradition

There is a woman who came to Canada from a conflict-affected country in Africa. She left her country because she feared for her safety and wanted a better life for herself and her family. She settled in Toronto, where she faced many difficulties and barriers.

She felt frustrated because she had high hopes and aspirations, but nothing seemed to go her way. She enrolled in an English class, where she worked hard to learn the language, but she felt like she was falling behind her classmates. She dropped out of the class and searched for a job, but she faced discrimination and rejection. She went back to school to improve her English, but she still struggled to keep up. This was one of the many challenges that some women with low literacy skills faced.

She became ill, both physically and mentally. She visited the doctor, but the doctor could not cure her. She was suffering from stress, depression, and loneliness. She missed her extended family and felt guilty that she could not send them money. She wanted to learn English and get a job, but she felt like she had hit a wall.

She turned to her family in Toronto for help, but she felt disconnected from them. Her children spoke mostly in English, and she could not communicate with them well. She felt like they did not understand or appreciate her. It was as if there were two families in one house.

She wanted to overcome her problems, she wanted to start a new life in this country, she wanted to be part of this new society, but she did not know how. She reached out to social workers, counsellors, and psychologists. She opened up about her abusive relationship, her children’s indifference, and her mental health issues. She found that some of these people tried to help her, but they struggled to understand her unique experiences and needs. Others were dismissive or judgmental of her. Time passed. Her children grew up and married.

She became a grandmother, but she could not bond with her grandchildren because they spoke a different language. Her children were so busy with their own lives that they rarely visited her. She felt isolated and neglected. She needed someone to help her when she went to the doctor or the pension office. But her children only came to her when they needed a babysitter. She felt very sad.

Some people said that the second generation did better than the first. But in the process, they left the first generation behind. She wondered why this continued to happen. She wished that there was more research into the lives of immigrant women like her, in order to address their real needs and to create programs to help them integrate into this country and to be happy here.

She did not give up, though. She was a courageous and resilient woman, who had survived many hardships and obstacles. She had many skills, talents, and strengths that she could use to improve her situation. She learned about some of the resources and support that were available for immigrant women in Canada, such as Empowering Immigrant Women, Immigrant Women Services, Welcoming Women in Canada, Services for Newcomer Women, and One-On-One Support for Immigrant & Refugee Women in Canada. She decided to join some of these programs and services, where she met other immigrant women who shared similar stories and challenges. She felt more supported, understood, and empowered. She made new friends, learned new skills, found new opportunities, and contributed to her community. She started to feel more hopeful and optimistic about her future. She realized that she was not alone, and that she could still achieve her dreams.

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