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Henna Sayar
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Dreams
Growing up, my life was a blend of cultures, challenges, and dreams. In our immigrant home, illness was a constant companion. Seeing my parents battle health issues, I felt a calling to heal, to make a difference. But the road wasn't easy; cultural expectations clashed with personal aspirations, and financial struggles became my biggest burden in life. Yet, I refused to give up. Despite the doubts and the hurdles, I still hold onto my dream of becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon.This scholarship represents more than just financial aid its, a validation of my worth, affirmation of my potential and a chance to prove that anyone no matter upbringing or status can have a dream. With this support, I can fulfill my mother's dream of seeing me in a white coat, a symbol of hope and possibility. But it's not just about me; it's about the countless women in my home country who are denied the right to education, denied the right to even have a dream. This scholarship is my chance to break the cycle of adversity, to pave a path for a brighter future not just for myself, but for generations to come.
Education
San Francisco State University
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Biology, General
Miscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
- Human Biology
- Pharmacy, Pharmaceutical Sciences, and Administration
Career
Dream career field:
Medical Practice
Dream career goals:
to travel to third world countries, offering aid and teaching medical knowledge to others
Public services
Volunteering
The Neuron Clinic — I answered phone calls, took care of patients appointments assists around the clinic and was able to shadow.2023 – 2023
Bulchand and Laxmi Motwani Memorial Scholarship
Childhood, for most girls, is a tapestry woven with warmth, laughter, and the comforting embrace of a mother. Mine was a different story. Confined to a hospital bed, my mother's once-vibrant eyes held only a vacant stare, a constant reminder of the relentless illness that had stolen our connection. Each passing year brought a new affliction – strokes, breast cancer, blood clots – a relentless onslaught that left me feeling adrift in a sea of despair. Amidst the turmoil, I clung to a flicker of hope, a glimmer of resilience that refused to be extinguished. It was in the depths of despair that my journey of healing and advocacy began.
The transition from carefree child to caregiver was brutal. Sleep became a luxury, replaced by the constant hum of machines and the chilling fear in my mother's eyes. Each pill became a tiny battle, her trembling hand a stark contrast to the strength I desperately needed to find within myself. Resentment, a bitter pill I swallowed daily, gnawed at me. Why couldn't they have the normalcy I craved? The isolation grew as friends and family drifted away, overwhelmed by the relentless tide of illness.
In the quiet of those nights, amidst the sterile smell of disinfectant and the crushing weight of grief, a spark ignited within me. Witnessing the healthcare system's flaws firsthand – seeing all the medications and drugs being so easily accessible to patients, the impersonal interactions, the disparities in access – fueled a deep sense of injustice. My journey became one of heartbreak, financial hardship, and the chilling reality of death. But from the ashes of despair rose a calling, a powerful urge to become a voice for the voiceless.
Now, almost 19, my path to becoming a pharmacist one day, has been fraught with obstacles. As a woman from a disadvantaged background, navigating a male-dominated field feels like scaling an insurmountable mountain. Scholarship rejection letters sting, and the weight of financial burden is constant. Yet, with every setback, my determination hardens. It's not just about a dream; it's about shattering stereotypes and proving potential has no boundaries.I've found mentors who guide me. Each triumph, each hurdle cleared, is a testament to the human spirit, a flicker of hope reminding me of the boundless possibilities within all of us.
This scholarship wouldn't simply be financial aid; it would be a validation of my journey and the unwavering determination I carry. It would be an opportunity to honor my parents' sacrifices, their love the cornerstone of my strength.
As a Muslim Afghan-American woman, I navigate complexities of identity. My heritage fuels my desire to empower women, to be a role model for those deprived of education and freedom.
Receiving this scholarship wouldn't just allow me to pursue higher education; it would empower me to rewrite my future, transform challenges into triumphs, and replace despair with hope. It would be a chance to not only heal bodies, but also mend the broken healthcare system, one life at a time. With every life I touch, I carry the dreams of countless women yearning for a voice. This isn't just about me; it's about hope, resilience, and the unwavering belief that even in the darkest of nights, a single spark can ignite a world of change.
Rodney James Pimentel Memorial Scholarship
A Journey of Compassion and Resilience
since early years of childhood, while other girls reveled in the warmth of maternal love, I found myself yearning for a connection that seemed forever out of reach. My mother, confined to a hospital bed, her eyes hollow with illness, could offer me nothing but a vacant stare. Each passing year brought new afflictions strokes, breast cancer, blood clots a relentless onslaught that left me feeling adrift in a sea of despair. Amidst the turmoil, I clung to a flicker of hope, a glimmer of resilience that refused to be extinguished. It was in the depths of despair that my journey of healing and advocacy began.
As I transitioned into the role of a caregiver, I never imagined the weight it would bear on my young shoulders. Days blurred into nights as I became the lifeline for both my mother and father, who later on in my childhood got just as sick as my mother. Day in and day out, I was their lifeline, organizing their pills, attending with them to their endless appointments, dealing with there chemotherapy side effetcs and sacrificing my own needs in the process. It wasn't just physically exhausting; it weighed heavily on my heart. I couldn't help but feel resentment towards them, for robbing me of my childhood/teenage years, Why couldn't they give me the normal childhood I craved? Instead, they left me feeling abandoned and alone, it felt like everyone was running away not just from them, but from me too.
As time passed, family and friends gradually drifted away, unable to bear the weight of our constant struggles. In the end, it was just me and my sister, standing shoulder to shoulder, the only ones left to hold our parents up. In those moments of isolation, amidst the chaos and the tears, I found a flicker of purpose igniting within me.
Growing up in the shadow of illness, I witnessed firsthand the injustices of a healthcare system along with the desperities. It was a journey marked by witnessing deep heartache, financial hardship and death, yet through it all, I discovered a calling, a calling to be a voice for the voiceless, a face of hope in the face of adversity. My dream of becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon is not merely a career aspiration, it is a testament to the power of compassion and the unwavering resolve to make a difference. For me, medicine is more than a profession, it is a gift to heal the wounds of the world, one patient at a time.
I realized that despite the pain and the loneliness, I wanted to be there for others in their darkest moments. I wanted to be the beacon of light in their storm, the hand to hold when they felt like giving up. Whether alone in their struggles or surrounded by a sea of faces, I wanted to be the constant presence that reminded them they were not alone, that they were cherished, and that no matter what, they were worthy of love and compassion.
With each passing day, I strive to embody that purpose to be the support that I wished I had during those long, lonely nights. For in those moments of despair, I discovered the true meaning of compassion, the power to lift others up, even when you're struggling to stay afloat yourself.
Despite my aspirations, my pursuit of STEM has not been without its challenges. As a woman from a disadvantaged background, navigating the complexities of higher education in a male dominated field has often felt like an uphill battle. However, I've learned that resilience and determination can overcome even the greatest of obstacles. To future students facing similar challenges, I recommend seeking out mentors and support networks, advocating for yourself, and never underestimating the power of perseverance.
This scholarship will represent my journey and will embody resilience and determination along with my commitment to personal growth. It represents an opportunity to honor the sacrifices of my parents, who I've come to cherish and love so deeply. I realized they have been my guiding light all along, As a Muslim Afghan-American woman, I've navigated the complexities of identity and cultural expectations, often feeling torn between different communities and struggling with societal or western norms.
I've faced financial hardships and familial responsibilities, working full-time to support my family and being a mother to my sister for the past 15 years while striving to pursue my educational goals. Receiving this scholarship would not only alleviate the financial burden of pursuing higher education but also provide me with the opportunity to make my parents proud my mother always told me the only dream she had for me is to see me with a white coat. I never had the heart to tell her that I don't think I can achieve that dream because I can never afford it and the system constantly reminds me that I will never be able to.
As I embark on this journey, I'm reaching out for support and asking you to hear my story. With me, I carry the dreams of countless women in my homeland who are deprived of education and the freedom to speak up for themselves. This scholarship isn't just about academics; it's a opportunity to rewrite the script of my life, to transform challenges into victories, and to replace despair with hope. Together, let's pave the way for a brighter future, where every voice is heard and every dream is within reach.