Law school Application essay

Personal statement LSAT
I want to talk about how I have come to realization that I wanna live a life being a voice for those who are oppressed by any means.I want to talk about how my last trip to Lebanon made me realize my true purpose. I want to talk about seeing the economic collapse, Beirut explosion, sanctions, no medicine, major electricity shortage. How small ethnic groups are affected heavily by the oppression. This final trip made me realize just how bad the degree of oppression can be and it gave me an internal hunger to be a medium in which people seek justice; a medium in which the underrepresented are represented. My aspiration to relieve oppression of all sorts has aligned with my true purpose.

PS I want to talk about getting corona in Lebanon and not having medicine. I want to talk about how different classes of people are more amp to treatment and medical consultation. I want to mention how I was kicked out the hotel after they found out my brother and I tested positive and how our names were released in the newspaper before we knew anything. How we were struck in a moments instance and how it me stop thinking i was unaffected as an American to making me realize I was living the life of a Lebanese civilian who was deprived of basic rights.
Growing up with such a diverse background has led me to seek the “why” in my life, the purpose I should live by day today. Not only have I failed in tremendous attempts to pursue living a life not destined to be mine, but I’ve come to accept that in all trials to gain knowledge of myself, something is to be learned regardless of the outcome. One thing throughout my life, I’ve always known, is my aspiration to touch many lives, people who are too oppressed to have their voices heard, people who are to leave a legacy behind me that impacted generations beyond my lifespan.
My father emphasized taking my brothers and me to Lebanon every summer so we could learn more about our culture, heritage, and our traditions. The quest in finding

Growing up with such a diverse background, my father emphasized taking my brothers and me to Lebanon every summer so we could learn more about our culture and language. Reflecting on my memories in Lebanon, I think of the remarkably luminous beaches accompanied by the sound of the ever-crashing waves, filled with a background of chatter. My memories of Lebanon lead me to envision times such as when I would lean over the apartment’s stone balcony to pick a plump bright plum off a tree, gazing over what was once the capital of Phoenician lands, whilst the crunchy plum leaves juices running down my cheek.
In the Summer of 2006, when the Lebanon-Israel War broke out, despite the fear and the remembrance I have of the ferocious fire-cracker sounding explosions filling my ears with ringing pressure, the significance in my experience didn’t help me find my purpose but was only the preliminary of what was to come. The significance of my experience didn’t anchor itself as this past summer did. This past summer I gracefully found my purpose while visiting.

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—-In perspective, learning from everything I’ve attempted, whether it is successful or not, has helped me better find my true purpose.

A story is written in sacrifice

Finding my true purpose has seamlessly grown into an internal struggle, rather than a feeling of obligation.

Growing accustomed to the versatile aspects of a diversified cultural background. Being half Lebanese Palestinian and half Iraqi I’ve been taught plenty of ways to reveal empathy and show genuine care.

Eventually led me to pursue life and satisfy the internal craving to my heart, to be the voice of those whose voices cannot be heard. The voice for the oppressed, misrepresented, for the people who……

Aspire to leave a legacy behind that’ll impact the lives of generations to come. Seemingly this aspiration may be seen as overly optimistic, however with the intentions that make a man great enough to usurp the capability to impact lives beyond them.

Throughout my entire life, I’ve always known that I’ve wanted to leave a legacy behind me that impacted generations beyond my lifespan.

I believe I’ve always struggled to find out who I am in the place of society. This summer trip to Lebanon was not a planned one, but it was an emergency trip that was supposed to last 10 days, yet lasted 33 days. In these 33 days, I was awoken with knowledge, experience, and growth which was brought about through hardship and an internal realization. The urgency of my trip was due to the condition of my dad, who had respiratory symptoms that led him to be on a ventilator. Despite testing negative for Covid-19 and having the vaccine, the signs all seemed to point out that my dad suffering from the Delta variant of coronavirus. The trip was because I intended to help my dad recover and assist him in his travels back to the U.S. This past summer in Lebanon was the final stage of the trajectory in my life that brought about my self-realization. Throughout the years upon arrival, by plane, it has been a tradition for passengers to clap in a celebratory manner. However this time there was not a single clap, it seemed like everyone on the plane was visiting Lebanon for similar reasons as mine. We were greeted by our cousin Tarek And we’re excited and overwhelmed with joy to see him. The drive from the capital city of Beirut to our home city of Tyre was filled with a unique eariness. Peering outside the window I could see the damaged buildings and broken chunks of earth from the Beirut explosions, but it wasn’t that. It wasn’t that many of the cities were powerless, nor was it that Corona was rampaging and people weren’t in the streets. They couldn’t help but notice that something was eerie, the streets weren’t lit, The people looked tired and the aura was something I have never experienced. The eeriness that violated me on the ride home was that of a broken spirit. The nation of Lebanon in a broken spirit, brought down to her knees by all means. Eeriness that was representing the suffering people, the suffering that had brought Lebanon down to its knees.

As we settled in and met with other family members and laughed, they told stories. They asked why we would want to visit Lebanon. They Explained there is no medication, no electricity, no fuel, and the Covid pandemic was ravaging. However, in good spirits, they disregarded what they said and made the best of it. When I visited a few cousins coming in from overseas, I realized there’s a huge inequality gap meaning there were private rooms in hospitals and some people begging for their child to be seen. I also learned that because of my faith there were certain industries I could never be a part of nor practice.

After being kicked out of the Hotel

Throughout my entire life, I’ve always known that I’ve wanted to leave a legacy behind me that impacted generations beyond my lifespan.

Growing up with such a diverse background, my father emphasized taking my brothers and me to Lebanon every summer so we could learn more about our culture and background. Reflecting on my memories in Lebanon, I think of the remarkably luminous beaches accompanied by the sound of the ever-crashing waves, filled with a background of chatter. My memories of Lebanon lead me to envision times such as when I would lean over the apartment’s stone balcony to pick a plump bright plum off a tree, gazing over what was once the capital of Phoenician lands, whilst the crunchy plum leaves juices running down my cheek. My perception of life ranges from that of an everyday American citizen aiming to achieve the American dream which is perceived as enjoying life. Whereas life in Lebanon is ruled by simplicity.Simplicity in that the ability to enjoy life focuses on family, community, and a sense of focusing on stability. This leaves room to question whether the ability to have complexity in life necessarily means that life is enjoyed.

Having insight into the differences between life in Lebanon and life in America has shaped my appreciation and understanding of how fortunate it is to have a government by the people, for the people. This insight reveals to me the discrepancies faced when it comes to understanding true freedom in our nation.
Aging into an adult, and seeing the once harmonious Lebanon face states of despair like war, political oppression, and economic sanctions have shown me that to live in a country with true freedom means to live without

In the Summer of 2006, when the Lebanon-Israel War broke out, despite the fear and the remembrance I have of the ferocious fire-cracker sounding explosions filling my ears with ringing pressure, the significance in my experience didn’t help me find my purpose but was only the preliminary of what was to come. The significance of my experience didn’t anchor itself as this past summer did. This past summer I gracefully found my purpose while visiting.

Every trip to Lebanon taught me new difficulties faced by people of that nation, my family included. Difficulties that made me take a step back and realize how fortunate living in America is, particularly our living conditions and freedoms.Difficulties that were relinquished through particular methods, and sheer will. The methods to overcome oppression by those in Lebanon by any means showed me new techniques in solving issues I never knew humans could face. The adaptability and persistence utilized to overcome such barriers Through every visit the difficulties shined the light on the fact that we as Americans, at times take our freedoms for granted.

This past summer after seeing the devastating

Palestinian-Lebanese Father and refugee Iraqi mother who left

Growing up an Arab-American Texan, I’ve seen what misfortunes can come to both Americans and people overseas. Coming to an understanding of societal difficulties we face every day as Americans and how they strengthen us for the future. This concept of overcoming dilemmas, whether they be socio-political, economic, or ethical has also been taught to me through the lenses of middle eastern teachings and societies.

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