My Name (Samia)
My name, a lot people have it and it 's mine. In Arabic it means to be placed at a high level. Maybe that 's my future or maybe that 's what my parents expect from. Will I disappoint? Will I rise up to the challenge who knows? I want the successful life, the one people get handed to them or the one some work for. I don 't want my parents life for me, I want to succeed but what if I don’t live up to their standards. I was named after my great aunt she was noble and found success, and she had my name. She made a high standard for me. Will I be the ones success was handed to and have an easy life? I want that but when I’m remembered I want them to know that I worked for this success I might have not the one who had success handed …show more content…
I felt it in my gut, and went with it, what could go wrong. Going to the airport was a drag. Everytime we went somewhere we would get caught in traffic. Provoking me to yell “time is money.” It didn’t work, but this never works. I’d prefer if I could stay home and watch all the cartoons I wanted to at that moment if I had nothing to do.Fortunately it was a reality, that wasn 't mine when I was told we weren’t going. I was so happy I could cry. Momentarily, my brother swung a rather large spoon my direction after I turned around. Bam! It hit my nose, knocking of the glasses right of my nose. Laying there I thought to myself Is this what the end feels like, Those thoughts stopped coming after I was nudged by my father asking me If i was alright. I think he knew, when I didn’t answer. When regained consciousness I felt the bandages on my nose.I felt the nasty red oozing liquid falling from the side of my face.I was rushed to the hospital. I thought I would have been there for a couple hours. Instead, I was there for hours waiting or at least that 's how it felt. I finally got my stitches, it looked weird. Probably explaining why they wrapped something over it. I think I might have misread what was going to happen. I’ve had better
My name, a lot people have it and it 's mine. In Arabic it means to be placed at a high level. Maybe that 's my future or maybe that 's what my parents expect from. Will I disappoint? Will I rise up to the challenge who knows? I want the successful life, the one people get handed to them or the one some work for. I don 't want my parents life for me, I want to succeed but what if I don’t live up to their standards. I was named after my great aunt she was noble and found success, and she had my name. She made a high standard for me. Will I be the ones success was handed to and have an easy life? I want that but when I’m remembered I want them to know that I worked for this success I might have not the one who had success handed …show more content…
I felt it in my gut, and went with it, what could go wrong. Going to the airport was a drag. Everytime we went somewhere we would get caught in traffic. Provoking me to yell “time is money.” It didn’t work, but this never works. I’d prefer if I could stay home and watch all the cartoons I wanted to at that moment if I had nothing to do.Fortunately it was a reality, that wasn 't mine when I was told we weren’t going. I was so happy I could cry. Momentarily, my brother swung a rather large spoon my direction after I turned around. Bam! It hit my nose, knocking of the glasses right of my nose. Laying there I thought to myself Is this what the end feels like, Those thoughts stopped coming after I was nudged by my father asking me If i was alright. I think he knew, when I didn’t answer. When regained consciousness I felt the bandages on my nose.I felt the nasty red oozing liquid falling from the side of my face.I was rushed to the hospital. I thought I would have been there for a couple hours. Instead, I was there for hours waiting or at least that 's how it felt. I finally got my stitches, it looked weird. Probably explaining why they wrapped something over it. I think I might have misread what was going to happen. I’ve had better