Life of an Immigrant.

Greetings everyone. How are you? I hope you are fine and doing well. Today, I am going to talk about the life of an immigrant.

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I live in Bangladesh, considered a third-world country where poverty is a common thing. Many of our people fail to fight against poverty. Some of us try hard to change the style of life. They try various ways. The most common way is to become an immigrant.

Most middle-class families choose to go to Middle Eastern countries. There are a lot of reasons for choosing Middle Eastern countries for work. The Middle East offers illiterate people who work hard to go there and work for them with a lower salaries. But the salary they offer is higher than Bangladeshi labor can get in Bangladesh. So many of our illiterate hard-working people consider it as an opportunity and go there.

Especially young people who have just passed their teenage prefer to go Middle East. They spend half of their lives in the Middle East and come back in their old age. In the meantime, they got married, had a child, and built an Apartment to live in. If any of them get better salaries and do something for their old age retirement so that they can happily spend their last time on the earth. But the problem is, most of them don't get that chance often. So it is seen that when they come back to Bangladesh for a happy retirement, they can't enjoy life. Because they have to do something for a living.

Many immigrants are considered machines of money. It looks like their only job is to produce money. They are often betrayed by their family members.

The last days of their life are not always happy. Maximum of return immigrants suffer a lot. They left the country to avoid poverty and get happiness. They may remove poverty from their life but fail to bring happiness in their life. Few of them spend their last days with luxury but not all of them. Their life ended with struggle. This is Harsh but true.