
Migration was the beginning of the road; cooking was a way to find myself again



Hi… I know you're full of excitement and hope right now. You've packed your suitcase and you think the hardest part is saying goodbye to home and family. I wish I could sit with you for just a few minutes. Not to stop you from going; just to tell you… life on the other side of the border isn't exactly what you imagine. There will be days when you cry from loneliness. Days when you're sick and all you wish for is your mother by your side. Days when you think you can't go on anymore. But I want to tell you a secret… the very days you think everything is over are actually the beginning of a new person inside you. You learn to build your life again. You learn that hope doesn't always look like a miracle; sometimes it looks like a cup of hot tea, the smell of Persian rice, or a meal you cook for yourself. You learn that being strong means being afraid and carrying on anyway. Maybe your scars will never completely fade. But those very scars turn you into the person you are today. If I had the choice again… I would still migrate. Not because the road was easy, but because this road helped me find my true self.




I am building my career in IT support and I really enjoy solving technical problems and learning new skills. I have knowledge and experience with Windows systems, networking, hardware and user support, and I always try to find and fix problems with patience and care.
Alongside working with technology, continuous learning and helping others matter a lot to me. Migrating and starting a new path in Germany has also been an opportunity to develop my skills further and gain new experiences.
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