I came to America because my father wanted me to. He applied for me to come here. At the age of twenty, I came from Bangladesh by plane. I missed my first scheduled flight and had to get on the next flight. The plane ride was too long, too long about 18 hours and the plane food was nasty, it was some type of beef and rice. My uncle was the first person to meet me in America, he was living in Jamaica, Queens. I had never seen all the technologies they have over here, in my country and especially in Sylhet there wasn’t much technology, it was the first time I saw roads, cars, bridges. My first day in NYC we just went to my uncle’s home in Queens and ate chicken biryani. One day later I went to the Bronx. America was kind of scary to me in a way.