There are many struggles and hardships we all go through. That’s the biggest surprise though. Life. Life is our biggest journey, the biggest test, the biggest happiness. One thing I learned in particular was the just because someone’s struggles don’t match your own, doesn’t mean they’re not struggling as well. Legacy will come with every generation, no matter how minuscule. Beauty lives within each person , even if they are too blind to see it. My name, Amal is what really helps me every day. I have Amal for everyone. I have Hope. Hope is what we should strive to have each and everyday. Even when we feel powerless, Hope is what we turn to. Whether it’s for our homes, love, success. All these things require Hope. Hope is everywhere, no matter where you look. Hope is here.
I think my mother named me Amal for a reason. There had always and always will be Hope in me. It’s what we live on, Strive for. I was born with a congenital heart defect, called Tetralogy of Fallot. I have had 3 open heart surgeries in my lifetime, one at 9 months, another at 16 and the last was actually this school year. Hope flutters in all of us each day, and those who miss the most sentimental values in their lifetime become filled with hatred. I remember that day very clearly; I found the sheer love my mother and father had for me, something friends could not provide. I have always had hope for mankind, and in the UCLA medical center, I somehow felt safe. Like I knew that I was going to be fine. I felt…protected. I have people to rely on. Friends who cared. A family that is dear to my heart. It’s interesting, because I recall my second heart surgery and cannot seem to believe that this is who I am now, versus how I used to be. My second heart surgery at the tender age of 16 years old, I was immature, scared, and felt unprotected. They say that God sometimes grants us the same tests in life so that He may see us pass them. I strongly believe this now, because during the time of my second heart surgery, I was crying one hour before it had happened. I was afraid. Stupid. I didn’t care about virtually anyone at the time either, and I suppose that’s the mindset I had before the hour that it happened. I felt unprepared. Like I had no Amal. I had no Hope. When I had a surgery again however, I knew I was going to be fine. I knew I was strong. I got through it and succeeded. It inspired me to become a cardiologist one day. To grow up and help others with heart problems, just like me. To be there for someone to catch them when they fall. To have them know that there is someone out there who knows what they are going through. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a doctor like that ? I believe I can bring Hope into this world again. The time we sacrifice for the better good can be dependent upon the experiences we share in life. So, I would like to give Amal, the stuff of dreams, to you.