Do you think language unites or divides us ?

I think in my opinion, that language divides us because I never heard that language united a country or people. I'm from a country where people speak the same language, they have the same believe system, and they all look alike. However, they are more far divided than united. I lost faith in language; because people always say when you have the same language it resolves all the problems you as people of same culture and tradition created.

As I have seen in Somalia, our language only divided us instead of uniting us. As long as I have lived, my whole life there was a civil war that has been going on. But the language was not for one second used as a weapon to stop the war; instead it only spread lies and hatred. Some people in America might say that in America language is the symbol of their unionization. I do not see any point or prove that language unites us, because even when America was being created by people from all around Europe desipite the differences they created stable government according to their will.

If you take a vacation to Mexico and you don't understand the language you get confused. But when you see someone who speaks the same language as you do, you feel better instantly. Language makes easier for us to understand others but it does not stop conflict. Some might argue that language makes us understand each other and unites us. However, in my opinion language only divided us. I still keep my language and I value because its part of my values, culture, and it defines who Iam as person. It’s not that everyone would agree with me but that is my point and I believe it takes more than a language to unite.

My Immigration experience

My immigration experience has changed my point of view of the world and how I see things. I left my home country 9 years ago and I still think it was yesterday when I left. I might not remember some faces but those I left behind are in my heart and their memories are flourishing in my mind every time I talk to the them. Some where born after I left. I was young when I migrated my home country but I still have some memories in store. I lived in Kenya for 31/2 years and enjoyed every moment of it. I made friends and felt as if I was citizen in a country where I knew little or nothing about its history and culture. It felt like home and I did not hesitate to make it one of my favorite places that I lived. I had some problems with the language and the culture was bit shocking but no big barriers. Coming to live a country that I only heard of was not as difficult as I thought it would be. I have never experienced government stability in the place I was born. I am hoping one day that my country would create stable government and the law of the land becomes the cause of peace and something that brings people closer to each other. Then I came to America and the challenge began. I had to go to school with people that I did not understand their language and had to strive to do well in school no matter what. here is the good part there was no losing or winning it was trying to do the best. I tried to learn something so in this society I could have place in their lives because education is the key to success in America and the deal is to get good education which leads to better future.