Most Significant Event Report

Just recently, I had remembered my parents signing an online petition reprehending Islamophobia. With Muslims residing in Canada being stereotyped based on the actions of the uneducated extremists in the middle-east, Muslims are looked at as danger and can be unequally treated when finding jobs, going to school, and even travelling. Consequently, Muslims nationwide wanted some justice for the years of being mistreated and passed an anti-Islamophobia motion – an attempt for social change. I experienced Islamophobia first hand when I noticed the difference between travelling with my mother and father. My mother wore a Hijab, while my father looked somewhat European and almost every time I was stopped at the airport or felt uneasy with my mother and never had troubles when travelling with my father. The Hijab in many ways is a representation of Islam and with it comes all the misleading and controversial allegations against Muslims. I got the same uneasy feeling when I wore a hat that Muslims wear during prayer. Our norms of clothing might be different from the larger culture however we had done nothing

Whether or not I wear a piece of cloth on my head does not define my relationship with my religion nor does it reflect my abandonment. What I do reflects who I am, not who my parents are, not what my gender is, and certainly not what my religion is. For me, college is not just about furthering my education. It’s a place where I get to explore who I am and how to express myself. Entering college with my hijab off will allow me to start with a blank canvas and figure out who I want to be. It will allow me to discover who I am without any backlash to people who may share an identity with me. My existence and the way I express myself is a form of resistance in a world that is judgmental of the way I look. I'm glad that I went through this journey because it made me understand that my religion is a part of who I am, whether or not I look the

To begin with, As far as I can remember, there was not an event that was important. There was a whole lot of mistakes here and there and sometimes, I learned from them. Other times, I just forgot about it. However, there were still some memories that I wanted to treasure for a long time. It is quite embarrassing to be honest but thinking back I could argue that I was still a naive kid. Even up to now, I am still a young adult who needs to learn more about the outside world.

Everyone has an event in their life that helped changed them in some way or stood out to them in some type of way in their life. Rather if it is, something like a birth of a child, a death of a family member or even receiving a job. A significant event in my life and helped me grow as a person was when I decided to pack up and move to Houston, Texas. My move to Texas may have been short but in that short period it helped me to grow to be more independent and to provide for myself and much more. When I made the moved to Texas, I moved with family members that I knew but I was not close with it.

On Thursday afternoon, just a day before this article was published, a missing game hunter from Eagle was found alive.

It was about to pass six o’clock and, my dad was not home for lunch. We were all so worried. My small brother was just two years old. He was in my mom's laps, looked at my dad's picture and said,” مات أبي”. (Dad died) My mom got really worried and started calling my dad. She called him so much but he wasn't answering. Five minutes later, we heard six gunshots. My mom got more worried so she called my uncle. My uncle asked us to go over his house. He promised my mom to search the whole neighborhood, leave no street without a search and, search in his job.

When I was young in primary school, I was nine years old; I was a very quiet and shy girl outside with strangers. When my mom and dad had their friends at my house, or any one comes to visit us, I was still shy, but in our home I was very active and naughty, I was playing everywhere, I was playing with my sisters and I was born in a big house

There are different categories of SREs and an example includes performing a surgery on the wrong patient and an example of product or device events is death resulting from use of contaminated drugs. (NQF Updates List of Serious Reportable Events and Identifies Applicable Settings).Defect devices received through a health care facility. SREs on surgical event can be prevented by ensuring that proper records of patient are kept by a qualified staff, and also care and due diligence is observed when the process is taking place in that a small error may result to death which is very adverse. The strategies to be used if it ever happens is that the health care facility should be conducting forums whereby care and due diligence

As my life starts to unravel I was going to a school where everyone was happy. In 1978 I went to a non religious French school with boys and other girls. Suddenly in 1980 it all changed as the dynasty came and took over. We were forced to leave our friends and go to an all girl school. We were also forced to wear veils at school, but we didn't know what to do with

As you have already realized I am a freshman student that is taking your biology class. It is easy to recognize my because I am the only girl in my class wearing a scarf in your class. If you are asking yourself why I wear this piece of cloth on top of my head, it is good to be curious. I wear this scarf or what it is actually called a hijab, to show an act of modesty and security. I hate that people have the right to judge me based on my appearance and the fact the I cover my hair. Even though I am religious I have my everyday hobby that I absolutely love to enjoy. Based on my scarf you could probably tell that I am from somewhat part of Asia, which is Afghanistan. My mother and father were both born in Afghanistan but once the Russians came to their

Event Lead (equivalent to President of the club) Heritage High School's Relay For Life. I have been apart of this organization since my freshman year.I planned the event, lead the planning committee, and recruited participants. Only 150 high schools in the nation participate. Apart of the American Cancer

At the age of six, I, along with my sister, mother, and father, all lived in a small, overcrowded village near the Nile River in Southern Egypt. It was a sunny tuesday when I came home from school to find my pregnant mother smiling. After asking my mother why she was so happy, she proceeded to tell me that she had entered us into contest. When I heard contest, I immediately thought the prize would be money but I was erroneous. She told me if we win, we would go to America. She said it in such an astonished tone, as if it were a dream of hers that would never come true. She then sighed and turned her attention back to the kitchen. I didn't give it much though after that as I was six and didn't really understand what had just happened.

I was born into a family of mixed cultures and religions. My father was Christian and my mother was of an Islamic descent. I was always respectful to any religion, regardless of it’s beliefs, because it is a symbol of devotion and peace. When I grew up, I was fascinated to see how quickly Islam started to spread in Western parts of the world. My fascination was also followed by disbelief of how ignorant and cruel anti-islamic activists were, blaming every single act of terror and violence onto a religious group. I could believe it on a global scale, but I never knew it was something that could wait for anyone wearing hijab, right around the corner. In my first semester at Hawaii Pacific University, I decided to wear hijab to school, just

At about the age of 6, I used to think everyone was equal. I genuinely believed that people did not care about appearances. Believe it or not, I did not always wear a hijab. What is a hijab, you may ask? A hijab is a head covering Muslim females wear as a symbol of religious beliefs to show modesty.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping