America hates me, but I still love her. Is a splendid tale of a young immigrant coming to America at an early age and adapting to a new society.
Author Umut Ozturk brings in fifteen years of his life in America and shows us ups and downs of being a foreigner in this great country of ours. In clear and easy to understand language Mr. Ozturk points out his extra ordinary journey of being a southern boy to a southern gentlemen to forgetting his roots of being Turkish.
With one simple twist of fate Mr. Ozturk is reminded that he is not an American. A fact that he has forgotten over the years. Mr. Ozturk or his family is no longer welcomed in America. Are the rumors true? Is Ozturk an American? Or is he Turkish? Ozturk will struggle to find his identity, in the midst of mind-boggling circumstances Ozturk will be trying to save himself from himself. Would his undying love for America finally perish?
HERE IS AN EXCERPT FROM AMERICA HATES ME BUT I STILL LOVE HER!
I don’t know where one can begin. Especially, if that person is writing about him or herself. In my case I am writing about myself. The reason I don’t know where to begin is simple. This is the first time in my life that I am going to be brutally honest about my family and me. The question is an ordinary one; is it possible to be actually honest? Or, do I hide things from the reader to make myself look good? I thought about these two questions for a long time. I know it is part of human nature to lie to ones self and just continue lying as you go. Eventually with time those lies that I have been telling myself and other lies starts becoming true in my own mind. The truth or reality becomes distorted. As a result, I don’t know what is true and what is not. How long can I deceive myself? This is a hard question to answer. I do not know have an answer for this question. But, I assure you this will be the most candor thing that you could read about a person or a family. Therefore, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.
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