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Thank You!

Posted: December 23, 2010 in My life, Story

Feliz Navidad by Cristián

We want to thank you for supporting our project and hearing our voices. We never thought we were going to touch so many people with our words.

Due to lack of resources, we hope to return next year in late January. Your support has motivated us and although there are many obstacles in this project, we know that our voices are stronger!

We hope to see you again next year.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Study! Don’t migrate!

Posted: December 8, 2010 in Immigration, My town, Story, Violence

by Jacob, 13 years old.

Migration is something wrong because Mexico wasn’t like this.  It was more responsible and educated, and now there are gangs, profanity, thieves, violence, abuse, etc. Those people who migrate to the United States return as bad and evil people. From ten people who go, nine return as bad people. Do not do this because you can die in the desert or river.

As a student, I tell you that you should study so that you do not suffer to go to America or another country. Make your career, do not stop studying so you can be someone in the future, not like today’s people who kill themselves looking for work, dying in the road. It’s better to study.

The Son of the Streets

Posted: November 13, 2010 in Immigration, Story
by Andrea, 13 years old.
This is the story of an acquaintance who cared more about the street than home. The parents of this teenager gave him everything he wanted and always consented him, but what happened with this? The guy lived in the streets despite having  a house. He drank, smoked, and God knows if he took drugs. He quarreled with people from another barrio, even with the town’s police. This did not happen because the guy was bad, but because he lacked attention and understanding, but more importantly, his mother. 

He had a mother, dad and brothers, but did not live with them because they lived in the United States. He stayed with his aunt, but it was not the same.

Every night, he would go out and come home drunk; he cared more about the street than home. But one day, he was very scared because there was a man who was saying that he was going to kill one of his band or him. That night, he spoke with his mother and told her he needed her here with him and he would not be calm until she comes. A few days later, his mother returned to Mexico and took him to the United States. Today, the guy is studying and leaving alcohol.

* This is a true story that tell parents that they have  to pay attention to their  children, give them love and be with them.

Why did I fall in love with you?

Posted: November 12, 2010 in Story

by Rosa, 13 years old.

Why did I fall in love with you knowing that you were not for me, that you didn’t reciprocate my feelings, and that we’d never be together.

Why did I fall in love with you? I was looking for someone to fall in love with me and love was lost, but now I found it and I never imagined that that someone was you.

I was so close to  you, I did not realize it, but now I know very well how much I love you and miss you. Sometimes I would like to go far away with you, but I can’t because I know that  you’re not mine and that you will never be even if I wish.

I only  know that I cannot stop thinking about you; wherever I go I always carry you in my mind and my heart.

I have to forget you and tear you out of my heart, but  I will never stop asking: why did I fall in love with you?

My Life

Posted: November 9, 2010 in My life, Story

by Melissa, 13 years old.

My life is a failure. I do not like my lifestyle; I’ve always wanted to live somewhere else. I do not like that my mom scolds me a lot. We don’t understand each other; we are always fighting and I am very quarrelsome. But I believe that to improve the way we live, we have to believe in God and talk to him and tell him all our problems because if we ask from the bottom of our heart and in his name, he will help us and will solve our problems.

Why do I write this about God? Because I am Christian since two years ago and my church is called Sinai. Although people think that I’m a sister because the people of my town make fun because I am Christian and I’m not Catholic and they reject us. They criticize us, but we do not surrender or feel bad because we have faith in God.

This is a part of my life and I am not ashamed to be Christian, and even though I do not like my lifestyle, I’m not ashamed or embarrassed. On the contrary,  I’m proud to be Christian and I have wonderful priests.

“Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.” (Ephesians 5:15-16)

Wisdom is far more valuable than rubies! (Job 28:18)

A Great Soccer Player

Posted: November 3, 2010 in Story
by Jaasiel, 12 years old.
There was once a little boy named Yoni. He was 12 years old and imagined that when he grew up he would be a great soccer player, but his parents were in a difficult economic situation. He had an older brother who was 16 years old, and when he grew up he went to the United States. When Yoni turned 17, his brother asked him if he still wanted to be a soccer player and he replied that he was never going to lose that dream. His brother told him that when he turns 19, he would send him  to a soccer school and Yoni replied that it was going to be too late because they were not going to accept him. He told his brother that  he wanted that since he was 10, and his brother told him that they would give it a try. 

Two years passed, and on July 25, his brother called him  from the United States and said he had a friend in Mexico City. He told Yoni to go to his friend’s house because  he was going to take him to a soccer school. He was very happy, but his mom was sad because he was the only one who was with her. Her other son left to the US and left her alone, and his mom said that it was not possible that the son who was always with her in the good and bad times would go away. Yoni told her that she would always be in his heart. The next day, his brother called  and asked his mom if Yoni was already gone and she said he went to buy his ticket and told him that she would stay alone because Yoni was going to Mexico City. And her son told him that she should go with Yoni to Mexico City, and went with him and arrived at three in the afternoon. They went to Hidalgo Street without number, arrived at the friend’s house, and Yoni and his brother’s friend went to see the soccer school. When they got there, Yoni was told that he was accepted and he was very happy. They told him that if he wanted he could stay longer because the training was about to begin. He stayed and put a lot of effort. On Saturday, he had a game and made his debut and scored a goal. Yoni dedicated the goal to his mom and his mom was very happy.

Moral: I learned that if we want to be somebody in life, we must strive to achieve what we want and never be dismayed because our dreams do come true.

Leave, Leave.

Posted: October 26, 2010 in Story

by: Andrea, 12 years old.

There was a very hardworking lady who was always knitting to sell the embroideries in the flea market. Her children were very, very naughty. Every time they made a prank, she would say: leave them, leave them.

Once when her son got married, she told her comadre: leave him; he’s not coming back. He already did it, and there’s nothing we can do.

Then, she had two chickens that she loved a lot. She took care of them for a long time. They were the most loved animals, but then they died.  And she told her sons: What will become of me without my chickens, who am I going to feed? Okay, I think I’m giving the food to those who have chickens. I need to forget about this, she told her children. They are not coming back; they are dead. And she cried and cried for her chickens.

Her comadre told to other women: Let’s give her some chickens so she can smile again. They went to buy five chickens, and then the poor lady who suffered so much smiled again.

At last, the lady was ill and close to death, and her comadre told her that she would take her to the hospital. And she said: No, leave me. I will not return.

I don’t care!

Posted: October 24, 2010 in Story

by: Sergio, 12 years old.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was very rebellious with her parents. She liked to grumble and didn’t care what they said. She returned to her house at twelve o’clock or sometimes at four in the morning. She did not want to go to school anymore. She would spent all day on the street; she would leave at ten in the morning and returned at seven in the evening, but just to take a quick shower before going out with her friends.

She would get home drunk or stoned, and her parents couldn’t  put up with it any longer. She would say to them: I don’t care!

One day she tried ecstasy and got so high that she fainted. She was taken to the hospital, and her friend Tere told her that she had to stop taking drugs. She responded: I don’t care!

Moral: That’s why you have to obey your parents because is for our good. Do not damage your body with drugs!

My Self-portrait

Posted: October 23, 2010 in My life, Story

by: Yessenia, 14 year old.

There  was a girl who was very happy because her family was very funny. Every day she wanted to be with her family and didn’t want to go out because her parents loved her very much and there was a lot of peace between them.

But one day something that she didn’t expect happened. The person she loved most died. From that moment  everything changed for her because she became bitter and boring. She says her life is meaningless without the love of her father, but that’s not true because she has the support of her mother and all her brothers.

Back Home

Posted: October 19, 2010 in Immigration, Story

Ramses, 14 year old.

Once, when I was six years old, my dad told me he was going to go to America because there was no work here. We had no money, and he was already desperate of being here because of the lack of resources.

When he left I was very sad because I did not want him to leave. But little by little, I resigned because I knew he was coming back to me and my family.

There was a time we did not know anything about him, but after three months we heard the phone ring. When I picked up, he said Hello son how are you, and I was very happy because I hadn’t  talked to him in a long time. Since that day, he called every two weeks and sent money so we didn’t need anything.

The years passed and one day he gave us the surprise that he was leaving America to come back with us. On the third day, I saw him entering the door of my house. I was very happy because he was finally with us after seven years.