My motivation to succeed and power through truly comes from my family. Around 1982 my parents fleeing from an intense war in Afghanistan moved to Pakistan for about a year where my older sister was born. They were hoping that the conditions in their home country would improve and they could go back, however this was not the case. Matters just became worse and it wasn't a safe place to raise a family. My parents decided to leave Pakistan in hopes of a better future. They moved to the United States of America in 1983 with my four older siblings to start a brand new chapter in their life. Within their many struggles of finding their place and trying to fit in in this completely new and unfamiliar place, I was born just a few years later.
It's always hard being the youngest in a big family, but I believe it's also challenging and I love a good challenge. I can either hide in the shadows of my successful siblings or I can choose to to go on my own path and find what defines me, inspires me, and keeps me pushing forward. I chose the latter. In middle school, we had just moved to a new and unfamiliar city, migrating from a highly diverse town to a very small and uniformed town I had a few internal struggles. I was one of two “middle eastern” kids in the entire middle school. You can only imagine the teasing and bullying I received after the 9/11 attacks. Because of all these hardships, I developed a very introverted personality. I was automatically assigned to a semester of spelling class. On the first the day, we had a 100-question quiz to see where we landed on the spelling spectrum. The next the day our teacher told us that only one student scored 100 percent on the quiz and that they had the option of choosing another elective for their course. Being that student, I chose to try the drama class that was offered and loved every second of it. This was one of the very few classes where I felt liked I belonged. I was successful and enjoyed everything I did. That’s when I knew I found one of my first passions.
Being a theatre kid also meant I was a social outcast. Throughout middle school and high school I was judged and bullied for the way I walked, the way I dressed, the way I talked, the color of my skin, my unfamiliar culture, my unfamiliar religion, and the people who I hung out with. Like many other middle school students I was name-called. Amongst other things, I was called a fag, a terrorist, and a homophobe. My only friends were the ones I met in drama class and that was fine with me. I would think about how all of my older siblings must have gone through multiple hardships and unfamiliarity in their schooling and they had always been my hero's and people I looked up to. To this day my siblings are my heros they are parents, aunts, uncles, teachers, and world changers. I hope to grow up to be like them and inspire as many as they have. In the time being I try to take life one day at a time, take in all my surroundings, and hope to make a positive impression to everyones that crosses my path. Thank you for reading some random thoughts I felt inclined to share. I wish you all a very happy and successful new year! Please feel free to share what or who inspires you?