Let me tell you a story about how we grew up. Native warriors from lands that we call home.

My name is Quetzal and I lived in what is now called Mexico. My home.

I was one of the warriors from the Aztec Empire. Strangers that came from the ocean, invaded our land.

We went to war and lost our great leader Moctezuma II. We couldn't escape their metal tools that made us bleed.

I never saw my family again .

We couldn't escape their metal tools that made us bleed.

So instead we went to work.

This the story of me and my family.My name is Abbad,I am the father of my beautiful daughters and married to my wife.

We lived in a place called Palestine.One day a new country called Israel took over what we owned and we had to move and find a new home.

They destroyed most of our home while we went to go and get groceries one day.We came back to our house smoking and looked like a pile of rocks.The people who destroyed our house scared us off.

When we were finally about to leave the country but when we came to the border a huge wall as tall as trees.We had no choice to find a new home elsewhere.