My mother
My mother did not finish her studies. She was in her last law exams and she would be a Lawyer but she put her life on hold for us. I admire it because she dedicated her whole life to us four. I want to be like that in the future.
I will not let my kids know that they are missing something, but also I will teach them humbleness.
The way my parents brought us up: we had everything we needed. But the stuff I wanted was not always given to me unless I achieved something. Whatever I wanted was an award. I had to work for it.
I have just graduated my Bachelor degree and It feels right. I finally accomplished something. One step forward to making my parents proud. I want to do a Master degree now and then to come back to Dubai to work with my father. I also consider opening my own business with my brother. There is definitely a plan there, but not a planned plan. For now, it is a goal.
My father
I like the strategy my father uses: “Work is work, but when I come home, I do not talk about work.” He loves me. He loves us all. He has been through a lot and he shows his love differently from my mother: providing to me and my siblings financially.
He left Syria when he was only 15 years old. He left to work, earn and send money back home. He works harder every day in order to provide for us everything he never had – he is a role model for me.
My siblings
I look up to my elder brother. He was always the one everyone talked about. I wanted to be like that as well. Maybe if I follow his steps, I thought, I would reach his level.
He helped me through a lot emotionally. He would be the first person to contact when something happens. We grew up together and we are only 2 years apart. Even our birthdays are February 11th and February 13th.
Abraham would always advise me to learn from my mistakes: “I am not going to be there to babysit you, but I will be there to support you. If you want to do something, come up with a detailed plan and I will support you even if our parents do not.”
My younger brother is 13 years old and currently he is having that stage in his life: “I’m too cool, I am just going to stay in my room, play games and watch tv shows, I ain’t talking to anybody.”
My sister is 7 years old and the love of the house – our little doll. I love her and I swear, if anything happens, I would give my heart to her.
