03/23/2026
This past weekend taught me what I’ve been talking for granted. I began to see the world through the eyes of my own journey.
As an immigrant, I have experienced hate in ways that reshaped me, but also awakened me. Because hate is not born, it is learned. And when left unchecked, it becomes one of the most dangerous forms of emotional contagion.
Through my lived experience, my identity, and my evolving awareness, I have grown, becoming more socially conscious, more politically aware, and more deeply connected to the importance of our physical, emotional, spiritual, and mental well-being.
To witness ongoing hatred toward any race or color is not just painful it is unacceptable.
When I reflect on history, on the courage behind moments like Bloody Sunday… I am reminded that the fight of one race created pathways for all of us to be seen, to be heard, and to have the right to create change in this world.
This past weekend, I witnessed something that restored my faith in humanity.
I saw an 11-year-old and his mother embody loyalty and unwavering commitment.
I saw two teenage boys from the northern suburbs of Chicago demonstrate compassion, discipline, and true sportsmanship.
I stood alongside six adults from Chicago each carrying a dream, as we completed a 51-mile journey together from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama.
And in those moments, something shifted within me.
despite everything, despite history, despite pain, despite division, love still shows up. Unity still exists. And hope is still alive.
My life is better because I have seen what is possible when we choose connection over division, purpose over pain, and humanity over hate.
And I will never take that for granted again.
✍🏽Passport To Education @2026