But first, let me properly introduce myself. I’m Anisa Mohamed.
I am more than just a name. I am more than just a given gender. I am more than the rich caramel of my skin. More than my proud ethnic background. More than my chosen religion the world loves to bash. More than just a girl with a scarf on her head the world would label a psychotic terrorist. More than the labels people throw at me. More than my past mistakes. I am my embedded beliefs. I am my promising future. I am my strong moral. I am my ever-growing intellect. I am my calm understanding. I am my independent. I am my nurturing. I am a loving friend. I am a loving sister. I am a loving daughter. I am a careful listener. I am a natural carer. I am an enthusiastic learner. I am a teacher. I am an advisor. I am a product of what society failed to trap. I am Anisa.