Every morning at 5am during summer breaks, my father would wake me up from my sleep, with a special purpose in mind: to prepare me for the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead in my education. I would stumble out of bed, my eyes heavy with sleep, struggling to keep them open. In those moments, I couldn’t but wonder why he subjected me to such punishment. As the years went by, I realized the true significance of those early morning wake-up calls. They were not about studying or memorizing facts; they were about instilling discipline, resilience, and a drive for continuous improvement. My father's dedication to my education became a testament to his unwavering belief in my potential and his unwavering love for me. Tragically, my father's life was cut short by the hands of the Syrian government, snuffing out his physical presence from my life. Now, as I stand here, a proud graduate from georgetownuniversity , I can’t help but think of the sacrifices he made. His investment was h...