I Dream Big

Dreams are the stepping-stones to wishes and grasps away from reality. I dream, I may claim I don’t, but I dream because I want. I love myself therefore; I want the best for myself. At night tucked into my warm comforter, I’m always whisked away to places of fantasy. Always the perfect life is there, only for me to conjure. I could have a mansion that is higher than the trees. I could have all the gifts I want and never ask, please. I could fly to Paris; oh, it's at my beck and call. I can be the singer, or the clown in every room I can even call someone to take me to the moon. In my dreams, I can do whatever I can think of, but reality isn’t the same.

I want to be a lawyer… a civil rights lawyer. I want to fight for the rights all people deserve, but some people don’t get. I want to work for amnesty I want DEMOCRACY and I dream of acceptance. I want love and peace to radiate from everyone. I want an end to war and I never want ‘isms’ to exist. I know I can do this and I know this is what is meant for me. I know the world will never be totally free and accepting unless some people take a stand. I want to join the ranks of those who have stood up, but I will do it my way. I envisions myself moving herds of hostile people with my words. I will not use violence, but rather reason. All my life I’ve been good at proving my point. I can spot flaws in many arguments. I appreciate the power of words. For me the phrase ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’ is a lie. In my opinion, words can make you or break you, start wars or save lives. And all it takes is knowing how to use it because the mouth is sharper then any weapon. I dream to be the best. Not the best writer because there is no such thing, but the best activist. I dream of making a difference, of people muttering my name among the finest.

I dream of becoming the best Muslim I can possibly be. I dream of living my life with the Qu’ran in my right hand and experience in my left. I dream of the Hereafter and the Day of Judgement. I am growing up in a semi-religious family, but the one thing in my family that will never change is our trust and belief in Allah.

I am a person who wants the best for the world and wants to help it, but I am also selfish. I want things for myself. I want to be rich, or financially secure. At night, I dream of green bills with wings flying around and every time I needed it, I could reach up and grab some. From my mum I learned life isn’t like that. Every dollar you have must come from sweat and hard work. My mom said to me the only way I’m going to go somewhere worthwhile is by walking through school doors with A’s. Life isn’t easy and a lot of people don’t make it, but I want to make it. Not only that I want to make it BIG. So I’m going to work hard and do my best to make the right decisions for me.

I dream the best for my family. I want my brother to become a doctor, my sister a vet. I want what they want. I rarely get along with my family, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love them. I want heaven for them. In fact, I want heaven for all the good people of this earth. I want happiness for them and for me. Most of all, I want health and security for them. An Islamic principle that I try to follow is ‘Want for your brothers and sisters what you want for yourself.’

In conclusion, I want the best for the world and myself. I want to be known and most of all heard. I dream that kids will know the words to my speeches same as they do Martin Luther Kings,’ ‘I have a dream.’ Dreams are also nightmares; the ones that make me feel insecure. That make me realize reality cares for no one. So even though I dream, even though I want I know life may have other plans for me. I am what I dream so I dream big.