Embracing my profound cultural heritage has not been something I have always been good at. My story begins in Montreal, Canada when I was born into a newly immigrated family from Morocco. My dad was studying to become a software engineer at the University while my mother took on odd jobs here and there in order to keep food on the table. In the beginning, as such is the case for most immigrants, times were hard, but my poor upbringing taught me the virtue of being humble; something I pride myself on to this day.
Eventually, my father moved us to the United States in search of prosperity. Our family started doing better, and more opportunities were offered to me in terms of an education and extracurricular activities. Difficulty arose, however,
Eventually, my father moved us to the United States in search of prosperity. Our family started doing better, and more opportunities were offered to me in terms of an education and extracurricular activities. Difficulty arose, however,