“The Country I Call Home” – by María Covián Sabaté


My name is Maria, but that doesn’t really matter because this story is not about me.

I am a young Mexican girl living in Mexico City, and every day I see all the reasons why I loathe the problems my country has. To reach the private school I attend, I cross a bridge over a beautiful valley that divides the southern from the northern region. I love seeing the sunrise every day from between the mountains, but there’s always something about that view that shakes something deep within me; If you look to your left you’ll see tall and stylized residential buildings, full of windows that reflect sunlight. They’re stunning in every sense of the word. When you turn to the right and see the valley beneath I see how all the houses there are made of concrete, cinder blocks, and tin roofs. Some homes don’t even have roofs nor windows. They’re just cubes of concrete where people live and it tears my heart. That is not a home.

Mexico is marvelous in so many ways. Look no further than its beautiful scenery from Tulum’s ruins and the gigantic cacti in the northernmost part of the Sonoran desert. From the Mayan cuisine in the southern peninsula to all the seaside dishes along Mexico’s belly, all accompanied by the sound of the roaring waves. My country is chock-full of potential, and I want to someday be able to help Mexico realize that. 

As I previously said, it isn’t about me. It’s about my generation. We need to make an effort to pull this country out of the hole it’s drowning in. Out of love and pride for everything it has given us and for everything it has helped us become. 

I want to see Mexico become a country with a proper schooling system and well-established healthcare institutions. I want to see Mexicans working in our fields and maintaining a self-sufficient economy, where they can be paid fairly. I want Mexico to be a safer country. A country its citizens can rely on. A country its neighbors and the whole community can rely on.

I want all of this out of love for my country, out of pride for my people, out of appreciation for our treasured culture, and most of all: for all the people that don’t have the privileges and opportunities I do. I want to try and make these changes for them.


My name is Maria, I’m seventeen years old and I believe in a better future for my country.