We are Mainers: Four and All

What do Abdi, Abu, Ali and Jim all have in common?  They are all immigrants. Immigrants who have settled in Maine, mostly in Portland. Immigrants who are friendly, helpful, and successful. They are also smart, reflective and believe firmly in the concept of paying it forward. They want everyone to know they are Mainers.  Here are their stories.


Abdi, originally from Somalia, arrived in Maine five years ago. His wife had already been in Portland for many years before he arrived. The father of two, Abdi earned degrees in accounting and business in Abu Dhabi. Arriving in Maine, Abdi worked two shifts a day as a taxi driver for a year before he was able to buy his own cab and hire others. As part of the cab company which operates at the Portland Jetport, he and his drivers are some of the first Mainer’s people meet when the arrive in Portland. His enthusiasm for his job and how he describes his conversations with his customers is infectious. “I love my job and I love talking with people when they arrive here”, he says. Abdi is proud to be a Mainer. Portland is home.


“My wife went to Portland schools and college and is in residency to be a doctor," Abdi says. Being an immigrant is also part of Abdi’s story but he says “I talk to a lot of people. When they tell me about their families or even traveling, I can tell we were all immigrants.”


Abu has a different story.  Abu came to Portland 25 years ago as part of an educational program sponsored by the U.S. government. Top students from that program were invited to the U.S. to continue their education. Abu is also a business owner. Abu and his girlfriend live in Portland.  He is passionate about his work and his community. Abu has family who live all over: Canada, Europe, and Portland. He talks about his work and his voice brightens. He shares a story from a week ago when a young woman walked out of the Portland Amtrak station. It was 1:30 am. She was crying and cold. She only had $20 and needed to get home to Augusta. She asked several cab drivers but there were no takers. She was distraught and afraid. The last cab she walked up to was Abu’s.


Abu said, “You pay for the gas and I’ll take you home.”  She did and he took her home. Grateful to see his daughter and grateful for Abu’s assistance, her father paid the cab fare. “I was really happy to help her, no one else would help her, and her father was very happy to see his daughter,” Abu says.


Ali was a lawyer in Baghdad in 2003. When the U.S. led war intensified, he and his family fled to Egypt and then finally to Houston. Ali says “the first year in the U.S. was really hard, I cried every day.” “I was a lawyer and then, when I arrived here, my job was as a bus driver.” To say it was a big change is an understatement. He says he didn’t struggle with English when he got here. English was taught in school in Baghdad and also in law school. He doesn’t say much about the current political situation; he tries to stay out of it. Thirteen years later, Ali says things are easier. He’s in Maine with his family. He has a good job.  A job where he can help people, talk with them and listen. Everyone has a story if you listen.  He is cheerful, friendly and someone whom you would want to have a cup of tea with and talk about anything, except politics.


Jim’s story is similar. He arrived in Bangor at age 10 with his family from Ireland. Because he didn’t have much in the way of schooling, most of his work experience was on-the-job training, but that was okay in Maine in 1913.  He, too, worked hard and was successful. He was a kind, big-hearted person who loved a good laugh and even more good conversation. He was someone who would happily help a neighbor or family. He too was married, raised three daughters one of whom moved to Portland. Jim once told me, on his 70th birthday, “You and I are Irish but are both from Maine.” He was my grandfather.  


At some point the labeled immigrant changes to become just a comma in a family narrative. Culture, custom and heritage remain and are important parts of cultural celebration. But when does the immigrant label change and who changes it? The change comes from within. It comes from those who are immigrants.  It’s their right to decide. For Abdi, it's “my children were born in Maine, I am an immigrant, but my family is now from Maine.”  For Abu, it's “I came here as part of George [HW] Bush’s program but now, Portland is my home. I have been here for a long time. ”For Ali, it's, “I miss Egypt sometimes but now, this is where my family is. This is my home.” For Jim, it was “Ireland is in you but you are from Maine."


As Abdi said, “It is okay to be an immigrant and from Maine at the same time.” I agree.

Last modified onWednesday, 08 February 2017 13:27

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