I was born and raised in Lebanon, in a city called Aley in the Mount Lebanon province, about a 30-minute drive from Beirut. My parents both come from large families, with my father having eight siblings and my mother having five. With several of my aunts and uncles living close by, my two brothers and I were raised in a very communal environment and spent a lot of time with our extended family. Several hours-long Lebanese dinners with grandparents and first cousins were a staple of our childhood. During the summers, we spent a lot of time playing outdoors and swimming in the beautiful Mediterranean.
My parents both work in health care, my mother as a pharmacist and my father as an anesthesiologist. Growing up amidst the Lebanese civil war, they both experienced several obstacles while pursuing their education. My mother had frequent stretches of interrupted school and my dad left Lebanon for Ukraine to pursue his education. Their experiences led to them valuing and prioritizing our education over all else. They enrolled my brothers and me at an international school, the International School of Choueifat, which equipped me to apply abroad for college. I was fortunate enough to receive an acceptance to Yale College in 2016. Arriving for international student orientation was my first-time stepping foot in the US.
I committed to the premedical track early on in college. Growing up watching my parents’ dedication to serving our community in an under-resourced setting initially sparked my passion for medicine. In addition to being an anesthesiologist, my father also was the acting primary care doctor for several members of our community. He frequently performed home visits, at times using his car as an ambulance. As a pharmacist, my mother worked with local NGOs to provide patients in need with their chronic disease medications.
During my college, years, I majored in molecular biochemistry and biophysics, worked in a structural biology lab, and was very involved with the Yale Arab Student Association and Yale Undergraduates for UNICEF. I also worked as an Arabic translator and pharmacy volunteer at Haven Free Clinic, the Yale student-run free clinic, and performed hypertension screenings at local soup kitchens. I did not take any gap years between undergraduate and medical school, and hence was living in New Haven and was halfway through my senior spring at the start of the Covid-19 pandemic. That summer, I remained in the city awaiting the start of medical school.