Hobbies and interests
Arabic
Mock Trial
Student Council or Student Government
Reading
Academic
Classics
History
I read books multiple times per week
Leena Saifeldawlla
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Pre-Law Student at the University of Chicago
Education
University of Chicago
Bachelor's degree programMajors:
- Political Science and Government
Miscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Doctoral degree program (PhD, MD, JD, etc.)
Graduate schools of interest:
Transfer schools of interest:
Majors of interest:
Career
Dream career field:
Law Practice
Dream career goals:
Summer Intern
The Merancas Foundation2023 – 2023
Mohamed Magdi Taha Memorial Scholarship
Amid turmoil and unrest, I found myself seated alongside my father, our eyes glued to the unfolding chaos of the protests in Sudan. As the scenes grew increasingly violent, a sense of helplessness settled over us. Meanwhile, my mother’s countless attempts to reach out to her mother and sisters back in Sudan proved futile. Though the revolution was swiftly underway in my parent’s homeland, I sat comfortably on a plush couch thousands of miles away, grappling with a complex mix of emotions.
Countless social media posts painted a vivid picture of the struggle, urging us to take action. It was with a sense of duty and solidarity that I had to make a change. Working with local activists, friends, and members of the Sudanese community, we put together an event that saw hundreds of individuals in Uptown Charlotte united by a shared purpose. Beyond just members of the Sudanese community, people from all walks of life participated, holding up posters and raising their voices in unison to denounce the injustice across the ocean.
Years have passed since that protest, yet the wheels of change have turned agonizingly slowly. Inflation continues its relentless ascent in Sudan, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the future. The government we once fought to establish now faces the looming threat of a coup. Al Jazeera broadcasting images of shuttered airports and armored tanks patrolling the streets, resurrects the same feeling of unease that gripped me years before.
But I couldn’t afford to be immobilized by my emotion; the situation's urgency demanded action. Dusting off the posters tucked away in the attic, I reignited the fire that had driven me before. Phone calls were made, plans were set in motion, and I dove back into the fray. My mind became a whirlwind of ideas, each one with the goal of giving back and preserving the country that welcomed me with open arms each time I went home.
The tasks at hand were heavier than before, and it became clear that I needed so much help. However, the magnitude of the challenge only fueled my determination. I knew it was not about the scale of impact but the sincerity of the effort. Every donation collected, clothing item sent overseas, and step forward in progress was a testament to the resilience of a community striving for a brighter tomorrow. I wasn’t changing the tides of the war, but I was helping a father put food on the table for their family or buy a bus ticket to the border to escape the missiles.
The journey ahead remains long and arduous, far from a one-person endeavor. The complexities of Sudan’s struggles demanded a collaborative effort on a global scale, a task that feels out of reach for a college kid.
The protests in Sudan may have ignited the spark, but the fires of change must be nurtured with unrelenting dedication. As I looked back on the path I had tread, I realized my voice had made a genuine impact on my community in Charlotte and in Sudan. The road to progress is long and rocky, but I know that with my determination and the collective spirit of those around me, a brighter future is waiting on the horizon.