From a young age, I always knew that I wanted to study medicine. While the actual profession would change weekly as I stuffed pennies inside my IKEA polar bear and tried to procure them with a pair of skinny Crayola markers behaving as forceps or project my problems onto my three-foot Dora and pretend they were hers to offer her advice, I just knew that I wanted to help as much as a seven-year-old could know. As a young Bengali Muslim growing up in the rich prosperous hub of New York City whose parents immigrated here from Bangladesh, a third-world country, I have been presented with two strikingly divergent realities. On one hand, I see the suffering of my people as they attempt to thrive in brutal conditions of overpopulation, frequent natural disasters, and poverty where the gap between the rich and the poor adversely widens. On the other hand, in my concrete jungle of flashing lights and skyscrapers, while income may set families apart, I see a multitude of city programs and resources that actively try to remedy this. And while my darling city offers resources for all types of people from all types of backgrounds who span the gamut of income levels, the quality of these resources greatly varies. The healthcare disparity continues to grow each day as racial and ethnic minorities receive lower-quality healthcare than their white counterparts—even when insurance status, income, age, and severity of conditions are comparable. As a young Muslim woman of color, these inequity trends hit close to home, especially after the last pandemic year. Too often are Black and Brown women not taken seriously for the pain they are experiencing. Too often were communities of color overlooked and not provided proper resources during the pandemic. My experiences working at the Fairview Nursing Care Center and volunteering at New York-Presbyterian Queens Hospital over the last couple of months have been especially formative in my desire to pursue medicine. I have always loved being surrounded by people. Making my daily rounds at Fairview and developing close relationships with my residents and learning about their individual cases helped me put so much of the learning I did through weekly HEAL Clinical Shadowing lessons into good use. As I developed closer relationships with my patients and even became their friends, I truly began to understand the power of primary care: both the unique relationship it allows you to build with your patient and how it allows you to offer quality care at a greater capacity. I wish to not only to be the person passively cheering on a patient but to be someone with the ability to actively help. In the hospital, a place where the elusiveness of life is manifest, I aspire to be someone who can provide knowledge and comfort to patients. The world of medicine is constantly evolving-- there is always more to learn and we must do our best to integrate new knowledge and research into our existing lexicon as openly and quickly as possible especially when considering the exponentially diverse and unprecedented future to come. Never is a patient going to present with the same exact set of symptoms even while having the same diagnosis as another patient you may treat, that way, your job as a physician/doctor is like detective work; you have some pieces and now it is your job to utilize differential diagnosis and out the puzzle together and make out the bigger picture.