My Experience In My Life

“As I looked at the TV, a tiny voice in my heart whispered to me: ‘Why don’t you go there and fight for women’s rights? Fight to make Pakistan a better place?’... ‘I will continue this journey of fighting for peace and democracy in my country.’ I was only ten, but I knew then that somehow I would find a way” (55).

For those who have no idea of what life is like in other countries. Malala starts off her essay using powerful imagery. “When i close my eyes i can see my bedroom… I can hear the neighborhood kids playing… i smell rice cooking…” (Yousafzai) Malala superbly Re-creates pakistan the way she remembers it to her audience and how even though it was a poor area they still did normal things such as the United States do. Again we are ignorant to middle eastern living conditions therefore malala must recreate her

The struggles they made to get to America and earn a living have deeply impacted my views on education. I often catch myself reminiscing my elementary school days; when I joyfully skipped my way to school with my dad. Our household consists of Pakistani traditions which I grew up

This book broadened my knowledge of Pakistan and the hardships they face there. I came to appreciate Malala standing up for her rights and the rights of others. This lead me to think how ironic it was that children in America tend to hate school and wish to skip a day of school while children in Pakistan yearn for education and learn for the

Mian Muhammad Mansha a Pakistani entrepreneur once said “Terrorism is partly linked to people who have no jobs in Pakistan.” Rural regions with a dearth amount of education are later on coerced into the Taliban, because of the lack of jobs available for the extent of education the population has. Three Cups of Tea, co-written by Dr. Greg Mortenson and David Relin shows Mortenson's personal journeys with building schools in Pakistan, which prevented young Pakistani males from joining the terrorist groups. The author writes in elements that makes society aware of the harsh conditions Pakistani children go through, to go to school. He uses credibility, factual, and emotionally arousing elements to make the audience sympathize for the kids that are in poverty.

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

Which is why my husband worked three jobs. I ended up having two daughters within almost three years, so my husband quit school and worked full time instead to support all of us. Having children gave me hope that I didn’t have before. I couldn’t do anything for my dreams, but I would sacrifice my life to make sure that they can accomplish whatever they want. This is the main reasons why I never went back to Pakistan. I wanted my children to have an American education. There is a good education here, no one here goes into your business like people in my country do, but more importantly, I do not have to worry about my kids going to school and there being a bomb blast on that school, especially for my girls. I also don’t have to think about bomb blasts at all. It doesn’t happen here. Now with all this technology, I have been skyping my family, since none of them live here even till this day. Skyping my brothers makes me miss them even more and if I do go back to Pakistan, it is only so that I can see them. I remember when I first came to America I thought Americans were very honest people and that there was no fraud, just democracy, but then I learned that everything is fake. It’s just like my country. People who are beautiful are just like a rose. You later you notice the thorns and the bugs. Even though it has been twenty years since I have been to my country, I still feel connected to my culture. I only

Many parents in the USA wouldn’t allow their four-year-old child to be taken from them, nor would the laws that we have in place today allow a child so young to work off a debt for their parents. Growing up with lack of family would be hard for any child to endure, they don’t have the parental guidance to help them along the way. The children in Iqbal had no one to turn to for advice or protection. They were living life without the net of family, love and support. Their chances of succeeding in life are greatly diminished.

Every year that I spent in Pakistan meant that I would be missing out on hundreds of opportunities to volunteer and to bring smiles to people's faces. Furthermore, I was missing out on a quality education and a better life without fear and discord.

I belonged to a very small city in India. Since my birth till my post graduation, I did not face a life outside the circle of comfort that was given to me by my parents. Since my father was a government employee, everything was established in advance for me. Schools, shopping

From my earliest memory, my life in the Philippians was surrounded with joy. I was born

When I was younger, I always found myself with a pencil and paper in my hand. I would leave a multitude of marks on the paper in some form or fashion, whether it be scribbles, repetitive words and sentences, my name, or the names of family members. Growing older, I would find myself writing more than enough when it came to essays. I could never bring myself to leave out any details and I rarely used simple sentences. Originally, I thought it was because I wanted the validation of my parents and teachers, but it was something else I had yet to realize. I liked writing and it hit me one day when I was in my room, listening to music.

“Experience is not what happens to you; it is what you do with what happens to you”. That is what my dad was saying in the big screen in front of me, quoting Aldous Huxley, next to my mom, both smiling widely and a bit dewy-eyed. It was a video they recorded unbeknownst to me that was being shown at the Jenkins Foundation scholarship awards ceremony; a night that will last in my memory for the rest of my life. An acknowledgment that came almost as unexpected as the realization that I would study in one of the best universities in Mexico. And, at the same time, a recognition that seemed to be just an obvious next step, the natural consequence of all that I had done and worked for up to that moment.

I was born in India in a place called Garividi, my mother’s hometown. However, I never grew up there, I spent the first five years of my life in a city called Hyderabad. Now, I moved to a lot of places in my life and the reason for all of the moves is my father switching to new jobs because he wanted a better salary and a better job. My father got a job offer from a plastic company in Dubai, so we packed our bags and moved to Dubai. This is where went to preschool for 1 year. From there we moved to Sharjah, another city in the U.A.E., where I went to

I have always felt like my life was somewhat out of my control. At the age of nineteen, I was accepted into Nishtar Medical College for their dentistry program. The only reason I chose to attend was that I had not been accepted into medical school. Dentistry offered me a way to become a doctor, a position with unlimited “izzat”, or respect, in Pakistani society. So I went to school, I studied hard, and I graduated at the top of my class. For the better part of the next decade, I worked as a dentist. Everyday, I met patients whose teeth were full of vivid yellow and brown stains, deposited from drinking the contaminated in the South Punjab region. I was placed to work in a remote, underprivileged area famous for its gang activity as part of a basic health unit. As one of the only females on the sparsely populated staff, many patients did not trust me. Due to the lack of presence of trained medical staff, I was forced into playing the role of both doctor and dentist, and I even once had to run a polio vaccination clinic for small children. From there, I went to Lahore, one of the biggest metropolises in Pakistan and home to some of its poorest people. I taught dental hygiene to elementary school students, many of whom were so destitute they used a mixture of ground coal, salt, and water to clean their teeth. I also worked in an all female dental clinic, designed to take care of women who, in a conservative society, did not want to go see a male doctor. For ten years, my life