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Two worlds of resettlement: contrast between the young and the old

As I just finished transcribing my interviews from Maryland, one of the biggest themes I have noticed is the vast difference for the young and old Bhutanese who are resettling in the United States.

“I cannot live without God, because I have faith in God and if I forget God then I cannot live. It is my culture and from the beginning I am following this culture. It is my life actually.” —- 74 year old Bhutanese refugee woman

I was surprised by the religious conviction of the elder refugees, who often cite religion as their  happiness in life or even their reason for living. The first woman I interviewed in DC surprised me with her immense faith in God and how she just repeatedly said that the only thing she cares about in life is God.  She was also very eager to show me the mandir or small temple in her home, which is typically found in most practicing Hindu homes. One of the questions I have asked during my interviews is for the interviewee to identify a religious object that is important to them. This 76 year old woman immediately showed me a necklace she was given to by her guru (spiritual master) 30 years ago. She has worn it everyday since to keep God close to her, and inside the necklace is the photo of her guru. In the photograph below, she eagerly shows me a picture of her guru:

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Seeing the importance of social belonging for refugee families

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Last weekend, I had my first interaction with two communities of Bhutani refugees that I plan on interviewing later this summer. These families live in suburbs about two hours away from my house and I had never met them before. Luckily, I went with an Indian social worker who has dedicated his free time to helping them deal with their everyday problems. He introduced me into the community and allowed me to establish a sense of trust with the families.

After the long and early morning commute, I arrived at one of their homes. Instantly, they welcomed me in even though they did not know me. They were having their weekly kirtan (a group gathering to enjoy religious song and prayer) and were delighted that I wanted to join. It was humbling to see their kindness towards me, a total stranger, and their eagerness to share the traditions of where they come from. Although for many refugees, it isn’t always clear which country they “belong” to, it was obvious that they still have the same desire to expose others to their heritage and their personal beliefs.

Following  the two hour kirtan, I was treated to home-cooked Nepali food and then was able to talk with the families informally about their experiences in the United States with the help of a translator. My translator is a refugee himself and comes from the community. Almost the same age as me, he is working tirelessly to advocate for the rights of his Bhutani community and spends time outside of community college to help whoever in the community is struggling to adapt to life in the United States. Continue reading