I am a Muslim raised in Pakistan. The country fell into anarchy, terrorist threats instilled fear into the people every day. During midnight, a rocket hit our mosque, and the sound created a panic in homes. My parents carried me and my younger brother to the car. My dad drove to a different city where we slept the rest of the night away out at my father 's friend 's house. Where I lived, we had to adapt, a crisis such as this was common, and we were prepared for them. My parents had enough of these kinds of attacks in our neighborhood. I remember that my family traveled to Islam a Bath to get our passports for a permanent residency status in America. We got off the car and walked in the frenzy rain to the American immigration center. Between
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My first home was in the Fair oaks apartments in La Habra. The lovely aspect was that it had a pool where I learned how to swim by myself. The problem was the rent–it was too high. My father supported us financially until my mom figures our her plan to get a job in a dental clinic. Unfortunately, my father gave up on learning the English language. He pays the rent with the money earned in his small company in Pakistan. In America, my life changed, I no longer was spoiled with luxurious items. My brother and I were lucky if we manage to get something expensive once a year with the money my household was earning in the first few years. My family is considered very wealthy in Pakistan, but here we are considered low-income residents due to the currency differentiation between our country 's currency and the United states ' currencies. My mother stood against the hardships, she learned English and was on her way to becoming a dentist. Dentistry came to be fairly easy to her because she was a dentist in Pakistan, but her license here was not valid. My mother was forced to start all over on her career. As a family, we support every member, we helped each a lot as a unit we survived financial …show more content…
High school was the environment where I challenged myself. Unfortunately, I failed a few of my classes and didn 't do as well as I think I should 've done. I took sports and AP classes which stressed me a lot. I realized that I am not able to achieve good grades when I put myself under a lot of pressure. Thus, I cut down on a few classes and I got a better GPA. I miss sports the most. After two years of wrestling, my GPA plummeted. However, I made a decision of quitting sports and I achieved a 4.0 GPA during my 1st semester Senior year. During the beginning of that year, I accidently twisted and broke my left lower fibula. In those times of recovery, I was hooked on books, and built my vocabulary, and eventually, it lead me to create my own first website. It was an amazing experience that I wrote to the University of La Verne about the pain and gain during those times of recovery. They admitted me and my parents were so proud of my accomplishment, and since that day I have looked back on my journey and how it lead me
My first home was in the Fair oaks apartments in La Habra. The lovely aspect was that it had a pool where I learned how to swim by myself. The problem was the rent–it was too high. My father supported us financially until my mom figures our her plan to get a job in a dental clinic. Unfortunately, my father gave up on learning the English language. He pays the rent with the money earned in his small company in Pakistan. In America, my life changed, I no longer was spoiled with luxurious items. My brother and I were lucky if we manage to get something expensive once a year with the money my household was earning in the first few years. My family is considered very wealthy in Pakistan, but here we are considered low-income residents due to the currency differentiation between our country 's currency and the United states ' currencies. My mother stood against the hardships, she learned English and was on her way to becoming a dentist. Dentistry came to be fairly easy to her because she was a dentist in Pakistan, but her license here was not valid. My mother was forced to start all over on her career. As a family, we support every member, we helped each a lot as a unit we survived financial …show more content…
High school was the environment where I challenged myself. Unfortunately, I failed a few of my classes and didn 't do as well as I think I should 've done. I took sports and AP classes which stressed me a lot. I realized that I am not able to achieve good grades when I put myself under a lot of pressure. Thus, I cut down on a few classes and I got a better GPA. I miss sports the most. After two years of wrestling, my GPA plummeted. However, I made a decision of quitting sports and I achieved a 4.0 GPA during my 1st semester Senior year. During the beginning of that year, I accidently twisted and broke my left lower fibula. In those times of recovery, I was hooked on books, and built my vocabulary, and eventually, it lead me to create my own first website. It was an amazing experience that I wrote to the University of La Verne about the pain and gain during those times of recovery. They admitted me and my parents were so proud of my accomplishment, and since that day I have looked back on my journey and how it lead me