Syrian Massacre

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During the Syrian massacre in 1982 when the president, Hafez al-Assad razed the city to crush a Sunni rebellion slaughtering twenty thousand of his own people, and thousands more got injured, my grandfather, was the owner of a pharmacy that was called “Pharmacy of Aleppo.” Due to the poverty, he was dispensing drugs medication to people for a very low price or even some of them for free. Between 1982 and 1983, he was in his pharmacy, giving and selling medications to people. Several days later, The Syrian Government came knocking on my grandfather’s door and arrested him for providing medication for the rebels. Tragically, he was thrown in jail for three years for helping people, my dad followed my grandfather’s path, serving time for helping…show more content…
Thanks to them, I fell in love with it, because learning chemistry I understand the world. Washing my hands without thinking about attraction forces, charging my laptop without thinking about oxidation-reduction. I like knowing about the chemicals that surround me and make up part of my everyday life. I also find the mental challenge and problem-solving aspect of chemistry rewarding. Putting stuff together and witnessing how they relate is interesting, and the more you learn the more you understand and it starts to make sense. I always struggled with math, but I was amazed at how easy math comes to general chemistry classes because it actually describes real relationships between real…show more content…
Dictatorship is the rule that controls the citizens of Syria. As a result of it, the peace of the country is highly disrupted and the population is now fighting to get a democratic system and governance. Both myself and my brother, Nour, were born in Aleppo, Syria. I lived there for thirteen years, then the Civil uprising phase of the Syrian Civil War began in the early spring of 2011, my dad acted fast without taking any risks, he bought plane tickets to Moldova, my mom’s homeland, and where both of my parents attended medical school. After arriving to Moldova, Chisinau, we occupied in a small apartment. One bedroom, living room, small kitchen, washroom and narrow corridor with white walls and orange lights. These two years in Moldova were tough to adjust, and it was complicated to fit in the community, especially in school. Then we made a journey to the United States of America, after months, we changed, we all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good, you’ve got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. First time when we arrived in States, my family and I lived in Chicago in a beautiful and great neighborhood, but the school was a little bit tough, because not everyone wanted to attend
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