My Community, My Home

My community My family program provides a place for over 50 elderly immigrant women to build friendship, develop community support and reduce social isolation.

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Through innovative social and financial investment, My Home My Community (MHMC) is committed to providing affordable housing, reducing poverty, improving access to community services necessary for disabled Canadians, and comprehensive We will support the improvement of social infrastructure priority. This is because MHMC is more than just a residence. It includes new housing and community support organizations, intellectually handicapped people, families, financial institutions, residential developers, community networks, safer and more comprehensive community designs, ideological leaders and government partners We have established a connection. In other words, people with intellectual impairments are facing route dependence and access barriers that prevent access to reasonably priced housing markets and prevent communities from accessing generations for generations. These efforts will help break the cycle of poverty and exclusion that affects people with so many disabilities.

I am Canadian. Toronto is my house. Here I have established relationships with communities, family, and friends of my life. This is where I belong. I am also Syria, Damascus is my hometown, where I learn about the world, build an eternal friendship to shape my world with me and then take the next important step of my life trip It was. I left Syria and decided to look for opportunities to build a better life. People who fled from Syria today do not have the luxury of this choice. They face only two choices. For many people, war means that the death of Daesh, or some of the escape leaves the house, finds the opportunity of life endangering the land and the sea. It is not a better life. Simply put, life

One of the best ways I found in making a community was to invite people to my life and my house. Let people see our imperfections (and our imperfect houses and meals) and help other people become free to become ourselves. There are no combinations of failed cakes or embarrassing moments.

Reality: I spent my first few nights in my new bed, new room, and new house, so I think I decided to return to the community college. My new room is nice and very comfortable, but my room is not my parent's room but everything I know. Reality: On weekends there are occasional 'Brotherhood' parties, but the ratio of female to male is 5: 1. Everyone tries to be lucky with the girl, and the brotherhood house is not so luxurious - they are outdated and the decoration is terrible as they are too busy to spend money on barrels for parties is.