Remember me? I am Maimoona K. now. I live in Chicago with my husband, and I have a son.
I am thinking about those days when I was a freshman in college, planning to go to medical school. After first semester, my daddy told me that I couldn’t go to the medical school because of co-education. There was no girls’ medical school in my city and he didn’t want me to study with boys. It was nothing but culture. I didn’t argue with him. I accepted his decision and changed my major to teaching. I graduated from college and started teaching in a high school, but after a few months, I got married and moved to Canada right away.
In Canada, my degree was not recognized and I could not teach there. After a couple of years, we moved to Chicago area. I stayed home. That’s okay.
The only thing I sometimes regret in life is that I didn’t go to medical school, especially when I see my female doctor friends on TV working for charities and even in the town, helping people with no medical insurance. My reason for going to medical school was to help people. Even though I did not become a medical doctor, I helped people in many other ways, and I am satisfied.
Now, it is my goal to encourage all the young kids in the family and friends to go for their dreams. I encourage their parents, too, and I help them in any way I can.
The most important thing in life I did is ask my husband to sponsor my siblings to come to America. He agreed, and all of them (4 brothers and 2 sisters) and my parents came one by one and stayed with us until they settled in their lives, and we helped them with whatever they needed. I am very grateful to my husband for doing that.
I did some volunteer teaching and taught an ESL class to adult ladies in my mom’s apartment for five years. Fifteen of them passed their citizenship exam after this class. Someone from PRC helped me to teach this class.
I tried to help three refugee families from Somalia, Iraq, and Afghanistan. The Somalians left for Arizona after four years, and the Iraqis left for California. The Afghani family is still here and trying to achieve the American dream. I am really happy for them.
Even though my dream was altered, I am satisfied under the circumstances. I did whatever I could. I did not stay home crying or become depressed. I always tell people don’t stay sad, instead do something good and make your life useful, and that is what I did. I count my blessings, and I thank God, who helped me do the things I did.
My son is living in New Orleans after graduating from Tulane University in Human Genetics. He is trying to go to medical school. My husband and I encourage and support him as much as we can, but we do not advise him to do this or that.
I live with my husband, who is a retired medical doctor and the nicest man I know. I count my blessings every day and pray for my son to achieve his dream and be happy and content in life.
Thanks for listening and I hope you are not disappointed with me.
Assignment: Letter to Self