My family and I arrived in Minnesota on Nov. 14, 2004, from Albania. Arriving in this country was like a dream with many unforeseen hardships. I want to tell the path of my life. It has been a long time walking through my path.
Who knows why my life is this way? Simple, yet complicated, with dreams that can be caught and with shadows that can't be caught.
Does language define people? Why do we, who call ourselves humans, who look the same, walk the same, see ourselves as different? Are language and culture part of this differing vision?
Just like that, the shadows start covering the clouds and I can't catch them. I try to not think that I-with legs, arms, ears, eyes, a full-body person-am somehow different from the rest. How? Language? I prefer not to be a victim. I like to be optimistic even when I am between shadows.
I do not have any doubt that we humans are still part of a greater thing. We can still make a difference in each other's lives.
It matters that I have a smile on my face. It matters to me to be a human that hates to judge. It matters to me to have a balanced internal life.
In the end, we are creatures that believe in our hopes and dreams. I believe that one day there will be clear sky between the clouds, and that the light between the shadows will finally come in this great land that all we call America. Suela Deva lives in Minneapolis.