Please, Take Me With You

The Wandering Nomads

“He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted…”

“Get me a visa for your country.” “Take my daughter with you.” “Find my son a job in your town.” I can no longer count the number of times I have been asked to magically procure a visa for the USA or Canada for Indians and Nepalis who believe that life in the west must be better. I could never understand it. Sure, we may have more money and toys, but they still have family, community, and time, priceless gifts our money can’t buy. Why would anyone leave behind a peaceful life surrounded by friends for endless hours of stressful work, a life lived purely for money.

It clicked for me one day as I was talking to a girl my age with whom I had been staying with…

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