June 6, 2011, the day that changed my family’s life forever. I was asleep on a pull out mattress at 4:25 a.m. at my grandma's house. I had been in a deep sleep, dreaming. A jolt of energy burst through me. My grandma and brother, Ryan, were quietly yelling, and shaking me from my shoulders. Crazily trying to wake me up from my sleep coma. I finally woke up. I jumped up anxiously, trying to focus on what they had been trying to say to me and why they tried to wake me up the way they did. I then found
June 6, 2011, the day that changed my family’s life forever. I am sleeping on a pull out mattress at 4:25, at my grandma's house. My grandma woke me up to her and my brother Ryan quietly yelling, and shaking me to wake me up. I jump up from being scared and realizing what they were saying to me and why they were trying to wake me up like they did. Now knowing that my baby sister that we have been anxiously anticipating for nine long months, is finally here. My grandma and I tried to figure out
June 24, 2009. The day it all started. I was told to meet James by the woods. So, I wore a black skater dress hiding my thighs, thinking it was a second date or something. We have been together for about a year. I felt his green eyes looking at me, as I nervously played with my hands. My legs started to shake faster and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The silence between us started to overpower. I tried to lean in for a kiss, but he slowly drifted away. I could hear my heart shatter into
about to reach my twenty-second birthday. I just looked down to a confirmed pregnancy test, oh boy, now my head begins to fill with so many thoughts, questions, and worries. I thought this day would never come after all I've been through, finding out health issues that should prevent me from having kids. I have finally just given up not long before this day on the thought of ever having my own just to reach this day in Gods precious timing. The pressure begins to weigh me down, my little miracle
that helped my personal growth, work and life experience in many ways as I struggled on my way to success in a jungle made of people who always look for chances to be better in life. So, moving to the Capital City led to events that changed my life in many ways. It all started back on July 25th, 2009 when I hit the road on my way to the capital city in search for a new life. As soon as I made it to the capital I felt I was in another planet, I had never been there for more than two days before; however
impacted my life such as coming to America. Coming to America was the hardest choice in my life. I could not decide what I should do for my future. I got so many advice from everyone, especially from my dad and my mom. However, I decided to go to America, then I arrived to Oklahoma State. When I arrived there I found that the living in America is away different from Saudi Arabia. In the beginning I could not be comfortable here. It impacted my life in many ways. Also, it change my personality
time in my life that i can vividly remember and it was so crazy. this life changing experience is deeper then you can fathom. this experience was to deep and change the way i live also changed my state of mind. most people would say that i'm a screw up from doing this but to me i think it was a changing point in my life that took a turn for the better. so it was one lonely saturday filled with sadness and remorse. i woke up and the first thing that came to my mind was to hang out with my friend zech
when did my perspective change? Was it when my sister left for an eating disorder residential treatment center? Was it when I was scared to come home because of the emotional abuse from my dad? Or was it when I found out my dad was not the man I thought he was? Maybe my perspective changed when I watched my dad clinch his fist and swing at my sister. Maybe my perspective changed when I would visit my sister on Friday’s at an eating disorder center. Or maybe it changed when I would see my mom cry
My world changed in May of 2013 when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Losing a parent was the most painful incident I have ever had to go through and I refused to lose my mother as well. I went into survival mode and put everything I had in me towards assisting her in her fight. She was all I had left and I was all she had. Before my mother's diagnosis, the most experience I had with breast cancer was seeing pink ribbons and hearing a little bit about it here and there. It wasn't until
“You will be going to America next year”, the pastor said as the crowd shouted Hallelujah. My mother as nosy as she is rose up and climbed on a chair to see who the pastor was referring too, as she got up she stared in shock as she found that the pastor was actually referring to my father, she said “Israel look they are talking about your father”, I responded and told her “they can’t be talking to us “, pulling me closer she said look, so I rose up to take a better look and I found out that she