The shinning star

 I am going to be a social worker . I love Allah and my family and friends I am  so blessed to be educated and I am a good person and Muslim and writer alhamamdulah I don't need a guy. Allah has not written it for yet I hate online dating app guys are not religious they are just want a good time and I am truly tired of online  dating    Most guys only care about appearance Sex Sex Sex,,, most of boys looking online partners for just their lust and fun, they think girls are a sex toy or a tissue paper, specially when they see any single mom they think its our next target, they start missbehave with single mom and it's very cheap thing,,, i mean come on guys girls not a sex toy, we all need to respect girls like own mom and sister and whenever you see any single mom then just see her effort and hardwork to manage her family, we need to respect every girl, did you forget that moment when your mom give you birth ??? Did you forget that moment when your sister hug yo...

 Helping others through social work is one of my main goals and passions in life. I have always had a desire to advocate for people because having cerebral palsy makes me realize how important it is to independently convey your own messages and communicate your ideas in a positive light. My experiences with cerebral palsy has taught me that only the individuals can truly advocate for themselves because they are the only ones who can fully understand the severity of their problems and fully convey their experiences in life, As a result I have learned that even people with the best intentions to help you (your parents) can advocate for you. However, they will never be able to fully advocate for you, and convey your message, with the same level of passion, importance that you have. Therefore, my disability enhances my desire to teach any individual self advocacy skills so they never struggle with expressing themselves, so they never need anyone to advocate for them. As counselor...

  School of Social Work M.S.W. in Social Work applicantsA personal statement of how your interest in social work developed, including life experiences that influenced this choice (Please respond to the following questions in one comprehensive essay.) Describe the events or experiences that led to your choice of social work as a career and your reasons for deciding to enter graduate school at this time. Which social problems do you have knowledge of or are you concerned about? How do you think social work can address these problems?Describe each of your experiences in social work and indicate whether they were paid or volunteer. How did your experiences orient you to your present understanding of the social work profession? I am a 24 year old, who wants to change the status quo of society. I want to make the world a better place for future generations by becoming a therapist so I can help people with their problems. This is in order to enlighten them to discover the power of their...

  hunter school of social work What experiences - professional, educational and organizational - led to or confirmed your interest in social work? If you considered another field before choosing social work, discuss your reason for wanting to make this change. What are the reasons for your decision to obtain graduate social work education at this time? What are your expectations of graduate social work education? What area(s) of difficulty do you anticipate? What have you done or are doing to address the difficu Helping others through social work is one of my main goals and passions in life. I have always wanted to advocate for people. Having cerebral palsy makes me realize how important it is to independently convey your own messages and communicate your ideas in a positive light. My experience with cerebral palsy has taught me that only the individual can truly advocate for themselves. As a result, I have learned that even people with the best interests and intentions to help yo...

  The Taste of Water   Student Id: U5DAX Intended Audience: Ages 11 and up The sunbeam escaped through her ragged curtains and struck her closed lids. Amal irritably held up a palm to block the luminous rays as she woke from her restless sleep. Last night’s sleep wasn’t too bad; she had gotten an hour of more sleep than usual, but it wasn’t much progress. Although her eyes itched with a dull dryness, there was an uncontainable lump of glee beaming up her stomach. She rid the worn-out quilt off of herself in a hurry and raced off to the plains.  “Amal, you’ve woken! Where are you going now, eat up first-” her mother began to start as she spotted her daughter slip out of the hut in a rush. When Amal was already gone, her mother sighed to herself, “She just doesn’t give up, does she?”  Amal ran down the lowlands, stopping as she spotted the mason jars she had placed in rows. She was still a great distance away to make out what was in them and squinting was not hel...

 Little Do You Know  DYRRE  Short Fiction  Intended Audience: Young Adult and Older 22 Years Ago  Love.  I absolutely loved my students.  Sure they could be a handful at times, but at the end of the day they were like my children. Although I knew that they were excited to leave and finally enter high school, I couldn’t help but feel dejected. I had helped them grow into the fine young men and women they were today, but to them I was just another annoyance. I was just another teacher who gave tests and demanded homework and handled grades. It was highly unlikely that they would grow older and remember my name.  “Mrs. Pahlavi?” A soft voice called my name, pulling me out of my reverie. I tucked my hair back into my hijab and turned to face my student. She beamed up at me, blue eyes twinkling, and I was suddenly reminded that I was responsible for her, that no matter how small, I would always have an impact on her.  “Yes, Amara?” I asked. On the...

 The Star that Vanished Leaving Stardust Short Fiction  Intended Audience: 16+ Each star illuminates the vibrant night sky in Boston, but what happens when one star disappears? Will anyone notice? Is it lost forever or does it exist somewhere else? Each star is many light years away from each other. Just like one of those stars, I'm lonely, I'm so far away from the one I love. I feel upset all the time because one of the stars that brought me sunlight is gone. The sun, the brightest star in my sky, is gone and no one seems to notice and no one seems to care.  Why don’t we as people care? Maybe it’s because we’re too caught up in our problems to notice what anyone else is going through. Desires like food, music, and clothes take over our lives. We don’t seem to notice how fast time is moving with or without us. Everyone is going about their day like nothing happened.  I feel upset almost every day. I don’t know how to make this feeling go away. Why didn’t I notice any...

 Helping others through social work is one of my main goals and passions in life because I have always wanted to advocate for people. I have cerebral palsy, which has made me realize the importance of conveying your own ideas and messages independently, in a positive and respectful manner to the world. I discovered I wanted to be a social worker when I was fifteen years old. I used my voice to advocate resolving a family fight between my aunt and uncle that had lasted two hours. Although I could not physically intervene and resolve the issue, I acted as a moderator and was able to use my voice to convince them to listen to and see each other’s perspectives. I realized that I was never going to stand idle and do nothing when people are in trouble. This experience taught me that I have the power to advocate for myself and others. This was a realization for me because when I learned to advocate for myself, I was able to communicate my needs without worrying about whether others wou...

 Little Do You Know  DYRRE  Short Fiction  Intended Audience: Young Adult and Older 22 Years Ago  Love.  I absolutely loved my students.  Sure they could be a handful at times, but at the end of the day they were like my children. Although I knew that they were excited to leave and finally enter high school, I couldn’t help but feel dejected. I had helped them grow into the fine young men and women they were today, but to them I was just another annoyance. I was just another teacher who gave tests and demanded homework and handled grades. It was highly unlikely that they would grow older and remember my name.  “Mrs. Pahlavi?” A soft voice called my name, pulling me out of my reverie. I tucked my hair back into my hijab and turned to face my student. She beamed up at me, blue eyes twinkling, and I was suddenly reminded that I was responsible for her, that no matter how small, I would always have an impact on her.  “Yes, Amara?” I asked. On the...