Nothing would be of value if I didn’t live a life of use to others. Maybe it was the countless civil wars or the circumstances and quality to which I have lived my life that triggered it, my open-minded pursuit of impact. Maybe it was the many volunteers who came to aid my country in the aftermath of the civil wars , knowing well that they could be making a six-figure salary if they would’ve just stayed where they are. Growing up in Sudan, a predominantly Muslim country, life was hard like the majority of the people would find it. Unlike most American twelve-year-olds, I was never exposed to the numerous pop culture boy bands or the obsession with Hannah Montana; I was consumed with wanting to learn more. It didn’t matter whether it was politics,
