In 1989, I moved to Toronto with my family. I was a teenager entering high school. A new country, a new language, a new culture, and people. Every day I faced new problems as I tried to understand and adapt to my new school, home, and society. Some people made fun of me by calling me names, and some people would touch my turban. At that time, I wasn’t able to speak English very well either. I would complain to my class teacher, but nothing changed. Tired of all the problems I was facing, I became very weak and got fed up.