Dear friends, dear listeners, dear parents, dear children and most important of all, dear audience who is gathering today, this evening 1 week after 9/11 attack. One week after the most terrifying, insane and most inhumanely terror attack ever seen in our History. We are all gathering praying for the innocent people who tragically lost their lives. Many of us lost a part of our heart, a part that belongs to the innocent who is no longer here. Hopefully they will end up a way better and beautiful place than here, let us pray for that.
The Miracle Man Even today, 30 years laters, I’m still reading about how many minds I’ve saved from withering into oblivion. As I sit in my musty, red leather recliner that is as old as I am, I know my mother would be proud. I may not have been able to save her, but I have been able to save countless of others. Those millions of other people almost make up for me not being able to save her. Almost.
The moment we are born, we are all enlightened by what it means to be alive even if we are not aware of it. As a young child, this enlightenment came to me in fistfuls of childhood and family. In the darkest of times, the need and willingness to learn is what kept me awake. As I grew older, I did not know that I had anything to offer to the world that was of any extraordinary significance. In my middle and high school years, my lungs took a breath inward and held for what seemed like forever.
A problem that effects both my personal and professional life is that of trust in others and myself. Growing up, I often had inconsistent adults in my life and was subjected to abuse on different levels by multiple individuals. There was rarely a person I could count on for long, other than myself. By the time I was five years old, I was responsible for taking care of myself and my younger brother in many ways. Although there were times when we had a caregiver, our father, older siblings, my mother 's mother, none of these individuals were consistently around for many years.
The first time I arrived to this nation, I landed at the city of New York, where countless of immigrants, like me, once entered, what was and is known as, the land of opportunity. I’ve come to think that Ellis Island, the gateway to millions of immigrants to the United States, has remained in tact over the years to remind us that this nation was built and made what it is today by immigrants. The hurdles of being new to this nation approached life in different colors, forms and shapes. My English was undoubtedly limited and the few words that I could grasp did not allowed me to even sustain a conversation based on simplistic small talk.
My hands became clammy and my heart started racing. I did not want to believe the words coming out of my mother’s lips, “His kidney failed three weeks after the operation, he is dead”. I was just 5 years old and I felt like there was no purpose to live. My father was everything to me. I already missed his genuine kindness, the way his smile formed whenever he talked to me about life, and the times where we had father-son time at the airport, watching airplanes fly.
As I began to get older, I start to fall in love with a quote by Mark Twain, “whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” Consequently by the time I recognized what the quote actually meant I was already too far down the rabbit hole and life was pulling my legs closer to the bottom. During my freshman year and like many other great tuba player in marching band I fell and broke my leg while square dancing in our show. Luckily during this part of the show I was not carrying my tuba, but after that year and moving to a different school, sad to say, I didn’t join marching band again.
My decisions have shaped me to who I am today, a 17 year old teenage girl wanting to create a future for herself. A future involving what I love: forensics, biology, and psychology. My passion for science has been there ever since I was young and in elementary school. I’m a curious girl, always looking things up wanting to know just so I know why things do the things they do.
Most students go to a school in which hundreds are enrolled in just one grade, that isn’t the case with me. There are just over a couple hundred students in my entire school, nearly all of them of South Asian descent. My brother and I are an exception. We are the only students of Mexican / Arab origin. I was joked about for years on end, even from my closest friends.
I was born in Cochin, a city in Kerala and just when I turned 2 months old, I went to Dubai with my mom and elder sister to stay with my dad. So I wasn 't born in Dubai but I had spent the last 20 years of my life in that country. I had witnessed Dubai growing through the years and Dubai had also helped me to become the individual that I am today. Dubai had started with very few resources and more of desert regions which made it very difficult to make a living.