Category: Admired Person

Of all the famous figures, Michelle Obama is the person I admire the most, and I’m going to tell you why.

Firstly, Mitchelle Obama is relatable to others. I really admire her communication skills. She is able to convince her opponents or the public audience to believe in her leadership. She is not afraid to communicate with people who share opposite ideas with her. Of course, her long experience in the law career has built up the skills for her to persuade her opposition. In the future, I hope to be a good communicator like Mitchelle Obama and share my ideas with people coming from different cultural backgrounds and having different values.

Furthermore, being the first African-American First Lady, she is not afraid to raise her opinions and fight for her own beliefs. For example, in 2014 she launched the Reach Higher Initiative to inspire young people from all other worlds to prioritize education.

Last but not least, I believe that passion is a very important quality to admire in a person. Discipline, diligence, and many more qualities may be important as well, however, in my opinion, being passionate about doing something you admire or believe is a truly important quality. And Mitchelle Obama has that. Even before becoming the First Lady, she was already an accomplished lawyer, writer, and community activist. She is dedicated to serving her community. During her career as a First Lady, she achieved many milestones that seemed unachievable, such as passing a bipartisan School Lunch Program, which aims to provide free and lower-price meals for more than 20 million lower-income children.

In conclusion, commitment, responsibility, and communication are the qualities that make me admire Mitchelle Obama. She is a person who, in addition to showing those qualities, at the same time causes impact, influence, and inspiration to others. These are the attributes I admire and footsteps I would like to follow.

People who influence you really help in the way you go about your life. They help you to strive in the face of adversity to one day be like them, if not better. This may sound like a cliché, but my biggest influence in life is my daddy. All throughout my life, I have been told I resemble my father. Whenever my father’s friends visit, they already assume I am his son due to the similarity in our appearances, making me wonder if this is a coincidence or not. I really admire my dad for many reasons, but the main reasons are because of his hard work and dedication, accompanied by the diligence he possesses.

My father, even though he is more comfortable now in terms of his social status now, wasn’t always set for success in the beginning. His father was a trader with three wives and numerous children who weren’t given adequate attention by their father. My father loved school, which was what really saved him and enabled him to break out of the chain of poverty. This love was set back by having insufficient money to pay for his school fees. This was a big blow for him, but instead of letting this hinder him from graduating, he then devised a way to overcome this challenge. He decided to periodically meet with his father to plead with him to give him the amount for the fees in bits until he was able to save up to be able to get his education. This process was not instant and took about two and a half years, but he was eventually able to save enough. At a point before college, the money he had earlier saved, became exhausted forcing him to look for a job to pay for his college school fees. This took another two years before he was finally able to attend college and graduate as the best student in his department.

The first time I heard this story, I burst into tears. I couldn’t fathom how it must have been to have gone through all of that without losing hope of what the future had in store for him. I always keep this story at the back of my mind whenever I may feel lazy or may be tempted to procrastinate as a means of motivation. All the experiences he went through have made him compassionate and made him decide to give back to the community where he came from by sponsoring less fortunate children that were in the same situation as him, not having enough money to pay their school fees. He does all of this still having time devoted to his family by going out for dinners, traveling, and going to the country club for nice evening swims.

I am proud of my father and what he has been able to accomplish despite all the setbacks he faced throughout life and it inspires me to emulate him.

The person I love the most is my grandma. One of the most important reasons that I love her the most is my belly. Each one when he wants to talk about his grandma, he first talks about her food. She cooks the best food; she can cook any dish but certainly not new dishes. She’s very good at cooking local dishes like mujadara, kosa, taboule. Whenever I go to her home, I found my favorite dishes. she always makes extra dishes, if I visit her unexpectedly. she doesn’t have a specific ingredient for food, she just adds the ingredients randomly and a delicious dish is prepared.

The second reason that I love her very much because she’s too lovely. Mom told me that when I was newborn, my grandma didn’t allow anyone to hold me except her. When I get sick, she keeps calling me and asking me how I am. once I arrive at the village, she invites me for dinner, and she forces me to sleep at her home.

I love in my grandma that she loves taking care of animals. In the village, she owns many kinds of animal-like, cats, dogs, chickens and other different animals.

She laughs at everything. Grandma has reached a point in her life where she doesn’t take life too seriously. My grandma will laugh at all your jokes. She taught me how to accept any problem with laughing. When I feel sad or desperate, she tries to teach me the value of laughter. When I failed to enter the college last semester, I was hopeless, disappointed. My grandma knew about my failure, so she came to me and tried to calm me, she helped me to pass this situation. The whole semester I was living at my granny home.

I like the stories that grandma tells me, even if I am an adult but listening to my grandmother make me happy and enjoyable. When my family visit my grandma and we feel boring, she starts singing old sings; she has an amazing voice.

She always wants to help. She understands me more than anyone despite the difference in age. My secret is her secret, I tell everything that happens with me. If I want to talk about my problems, she is the first listener. She treats with the problem with a wise and civilized way. As an example, when I get to fight with my parents, I go direct to her and she always fixes it.

I can’t imagine my life without my grandma, she is my idol. My grandma is a very important person in my life. She spreads happiness. She is the number one in solving problem. I am so glad that there is person told grandma in my life.

The special one.

To begin with, the special person who I admire and try to emulate the most is my mom. My mom doesn’t just help me when and is there for me when I need her, but she is a doctor, which means that she also helps other people. She is always there for me when I need her no matter what it is from listening to my Quran, to helping me reach something high, and to anything else.

Have you ever needed someone to look up to in your life? Undoubtedly, I know that in my life I can always trust my mom. An example is how when sometimes I need her help to reach something high, I know that she will leave everything to come and help me. When I need her help to open something, she will come and help me. My mom is also an excellent role model to emulate because of how many people she helps and how hard she works. My mom doesn’t just stop at me, but she also helps my brother, both of my sisters, my dad, my grandparents, and everyone else. These aren’t the only reasons that I try to emulate my mom, they’re also lots more!

Additionally, my mom is also a doctor. As my mom is a doctor, she also helps other people with their health, whether she knows them or not, and that’s another way I can emulate her by being a doctor and helping people with their health too. My mom helped tons of people whether it was an urgent emergency or if it could wait, and that’s also one of the reasons why I look up to her and why I want to emulate her.

Subsequently, my mom works very hard for us. My mom is always either cleaning, or cooking, or something else and always tries to keep us comfortable every day and doesn’t request anything from us other than getting good grades in school. My mom also buys everything we want and to her, it doesn’t matter if it’s necessary for school, work, or just for fun and playing around with. I can copy her by buying stuff for other people if they need it which also includes giving money for Zakat and giving charity to poor people who need it.

Thus, my mom helps people all the time whether she knows them, or not and always helps poor and needy people by giving zakat, charity, and more. She is also a doctor so not only helps people normally but also in their health and makes an outstanding role model for me and my sibling to follow when we get older. She always tries her best to keep us comfortable by getting us what we want whether we need it or not and is always doing chores around the house like washing dishes, cooking, cleaning, and lots more around the house.

It has been two days since I have been flying in the incessant rain. Though my body is giving up owing to starvation, my old wings have somehow found an inextinguishable fire in them. I decided to lounge for a while on the huge Peepal tree and proceed with my flight as soon as the pouring lessens. I have embarked on this journey to meet my bundles of joy. When I was a young bird once our parents flew out in search of food only to never return back. My sister being the younger one and I, the elder brother the responsibility laid on my shoulder to provide her with food and take care of her until she too could fly. Since then every day I would fly off to bring food for her. As we were growing up we shared a bond of great affection between us. I decided to make a better shelter for my sister to live so I built a new nest on the nearby branch with lots of twigs, effort and love all knit together. It seemed like my entire world revolved around my sister. We were having a very peaceful life when one day while returning to our nest I could see our part of jungle burning under blazing flames. I flew hastily towards our nest only to find everything turned into ashes. The horror and grief of this incident stayed with me for several months. I flew to another part of the jungle to begin with a new life and built another nest though the previous enthusiasm was lost. My life became monotonous and my nest always appeared vacant. I kept wandering from one part of the jungle to another feeling the unrest inside.

Until one day, while it was pouring down heavily my eyes fell on a bird sitting on the adjacent branch. She was completely drenched, wounded and shivering in the rain. She looked at me with helpless eyes hoping some aid. I beckoned her to come and take rest in my rest until the rain stops. I had kept some food as store for these rainy days which I offered her. As she took the food she unfolded her story of how she had been tortured by the male bird who has thrown her from his nest due to the differences arising between them. Fearing for her life she has been flying wounded since several days but now her wings have given up and she continued to weep hysterically. She reminded me so much of my dear sister whom I had lost several months before. I tried to console her and asked her to stay in my nest for any number of days as she would like to. I would stay in the nearby branch close to the nest. Next day I flew out to bring food for her, on retuning I saw she has laid two eggs in the nest. The thought of my empty nest to be soon completed with the presence of young birds exhilarated me. My responsibility as an elder brother had increased and I took great care of her providing her with all that she required. When the eggs cracked open following some months the young hungry birds chirped the whole day which gave me immense happiness. The moment I saw them I knew that my whole life was going to be centred on their innocent little smiles. Their huge appetite, mischief glimmering eyes and their day long warbles filled my days with rainbow lights. All my days sailed smoothly in the company of my sister and children, just when I did not know my happiness was so short- lived.

One evening while returning to our nest, I could see from far that our branch on which our nest was built shaking tremendously. I got anxious and flapped my wings quicker, fearing any danger might have come upon my family. When I reached there I saw a big, well built bird engaged in an intense conversation with my sister involving fierce gesturing. Without losing a second I pecked at his back but he proved to be too strong for me and pecked me back brutally. I looked at my sister for help, she motioned the other bird to leave me and when he didn’t she pulled him forcibly away from me. I was astonished and puzzled about this event. With tears rolling out she said that he was her male bird who had thrown her out of their nest but he regretted later about his behaviour and decided to repent his mistakes so he had set about looking for her. He had found her in this part of the jungle after a lot of searching and wanted her to return back to their nest along with the children. I looked at the huge embarrassed male bird who was begging her to forgive his misbehaviour and requesting her to return back to their nest with the children. He appeared disconcerted for his misjudgement against me and thanked me graciously for taking care of his wife and his children in his unfortunate absence. Gradually I understood the scenario, sensing my sister’s perplexity I resolved to take the tough decision of counselling her to return back to her previous life. Her husband would be able to redeem for his faults, the children would be able to grow better in a familial environment and my sister would be able to experience the bliss of a blessed family life. I knew it would be selfish on my part if I did anything otherwise than this as this was in everyone’s best interest especially the little children, yet unknown to the complexities of the ties of the world. After many hours of consultation and deliberate efforts she agreed to return back with him. I got ready to bid them a teary farewell, everyone looked crestfallen when the time to leave came closer. It was hard to make the children understand the reason behind this sudden separation from their uncle. After a lot of coaxing and with a promise that i would visit them frequently did the children agree to leave. Then finally came the time when she followed behind him along with the children flying behind her. Inconsolable tears kept rolling down my eyes on this heart-rending sight. I glanced around my again empty nest. It was surrounded with greenery all around, but it’s in side seemed dark and deserted. That day my nest became empty again but not my life because the moment they left I looked forward on seeing them again. I decided to fly away for some time to some other part of jungle without being able to gather the courage to look back at my empty broken nest.

It’s been so long that I have been reminiscing that the rain has stopped and once again I can resume with my journey indulging in remembering only the happy moments spent with the children, how i would catch them on their first attempts of flying and falling. I hoped to create more such moments with them when i reach my destination. I was resolute to build a nest near my family and live as close as possible without interfering much.

There was nothing I valued more than the smile on my sister’s face, happy in her conjugal life and the children finally having a complete family life. The nest is already in my view the children have grown a little more or it seemed to these longing eyes. The moment they spot me they dart towards me enthusiastically, I am greeted in a hearty manner by my sister and her husband. It is in here that the warmth of having a family fills this once orphaned heart with exultation. A single act of lending a supporting wing one day to a wounded bird has changed my colourless, pessimist and wandering life to that of one of purpose and brought about many festive moments. It was fate that broke my nest but it was faith that made me whole again.

Many experts say that we’re all just a product of our environments – the sum total of our experiences. Yet there seem to be people who rise above their beginnings, people untouched by the things going on around them. These people are remarkable. Elsa was such a person. She survived deprivation most of us can’t imagine, lived among some of the most despicable villains in history, and emerged untouched. I didn’t know her well and I know I can’t do justice to her story. I didn’t know her well, but what I did know of her touched me. This is what she told me.

I want to tell a story about a neighbour I had back when I lived in Boston, a woman that I consider to be remarkable in her own way – I’ve certainly never met anyone else like her. She was originally from Germany and lived through WWII, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

This was a time of my life that wasn’t all that great – it was when I was doing heroin and, like most people in that situation, I wasn’t taking very good care of myself. My neighbour, Elsa, would hear me coming up the stairs and she would open her door saying, “You don’t look so good”. She would sit me down at her table and make a soup out of very hearty beef broth, egg whites, and crusts of bread. But her generosity and compassion, as exceptional as it was, aren’t what set her apart.

After I ate, she would tell me about her life in Germany. After the First World War, most of the German people were unimaginably poor. In America today, with all of our government programs, people don’t really understand deprivation. Elsa told me that during the late 1920s and early 1930s, the time leading up to WWII, she, her mother, and little brother would go into abandoned buildings and peel wallpaper from the walls to boil the glue off to make a sort of porridge – the glue, made mostly of animal renderings, contained protein. This was the sort of life she had until Hitler came to power.

She talked about communists and anti-fascists, she said they were gangs of communist street thugs that destroyed property and accosted people on the streets, most often robbing them. When Hitler came to power, all of that behavior ended and law and order were restored. Before the Nazis, it was unsafe for her and her brother to go out even during the day. Imagine having to battle gangs of street thugs on your way to get wallpaper to boil down and eat. No wonder the German people tolerated Hitler and his Nazis.

She was chosen to join the Helferinnen (women’s auxiliary) called euphemistically ‘Hitler’s Handmaidens’. Her job was to act as an escort for the German hierarchy – a hostess at gatherings of the top brass. She had pictures of herself and other girls, all in their late teens and early twenties, with all of the Nazi notables… Goebbels, Goring, Himmler, and others I didn’t recognize. She told me that neither she nor the other girls even knew what a Nazi was, they had an opportunity to eat every day, send some money home to their families, and they were all treated very well. Sexual relations with any of the men were strictly verboten, they were hostesses, nothing more.

It’s easy in today’s atmosphere of intolerance to look back on history and judge the past, a luxury only afforded the victors. But there’s an old saying about not judging others unless you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. I think that in retrospect Elsa had a sense of guilt for what she learned after the fact, there was never any sort of braggadocio in her voice when she told me the stories, merely stating facts. For me, it was fascinating seeing people I had read about brought to life. There was never any judgment in her voice when Elsa spoke of any of these people, only that they had always treated her in a gentlemanly manner.

I think about Elsa from time to time, her kindness and humility, not to mention her delicious soup. Sometimes she would play her piano and sing, then laugh in a self-deprecating manner and turn red with embarrassment afterward – the photos of some of history’s worst villains looking on from their perch atop the piano.

She was a beauty in her youth, a beauty that shone forth from her eyes and her heart even in middle age and beyond. She remained totally untouched by the evil that had surrounded her, she spoke pleasantly about everyone she had met, never a trace of judgment in her voice. I learned from Elsa… I learned that people are just people, individuals to be judged for themselves and their actions, not where they came from or the things desperation forced them to do. We all have a story to tell. Elsa’s story is one of kindness and generosity, even to a junkie, and a story of loneliness too, I think.

A leader that I admire is Mr. Jamison Chandler, the Director of the Jazz Band at KIPP AMP Middle School. I admire his vision to educate and inspire students in our community to understand and appreciate jazz music, instruments, and the importance of practice. I also admire Mr. Chandler because whenever I need advice or support he is an adult that is always willing to help. Mr. Chandler teaches us qualities that we do not learn in our traditional classes and how to have confidence and the importance of discipline in our everyday lives. Although Mr. Chandler is an accomplished and decorated musician, he chose to give back to his community by teaching me and others the world of Jazz. I admire Mr. Chandler because he has provided a lens into an unknown world that I and others have become deeply connected to.

He has the vision to educate and inspire students in our community to understand the legacy and impact of jazz music.

We have practice every day during recess and after school. He has taught us through dedication and practice with our instruments, when we get on stage we can perform with confidence, joy, and style. I also admire Mr. Chandler because whenever I need advice or support he is an adult that is always willing to help. Mr. Chandler is very passionate about Jazz and serious about his work. His passion and dedication inspire my bandmates and me to dream big. Although Mr. Chandler is an accomplished and decorated musician, he chose to give back to his community by teaching me and others the world of Jazz. I admire Mr. Chandler because he has provided a lens into an unknown world that I and others have grown a deep appreciation for. Mr. Chandler inspires me to want to be successful like him so that I can grow up and continue to help my community. Overall, I admire Mr. Chandler for following his passion and sharing it with others. Mr. Chandler has given others the tools to enjoy and make their own impact on the Jazz community.

A leader I admire is Jamison Chandler. I admire Mr.chandler because he teaches us the most qualities most of our teachers don’t. I also admire Mr.Chandler because he is a role model when we need it and a good person when you get to know him but when it is time for business he gets serious. I can also admire Mr.Chandler because he is very successful and this makes me want to be successful like him so that I can grow up and help people and give back to my community just as Mr.Chandler has by giving back to help children understand jazz and the legacy we can leave on it.