At the end of my ninth grade year, my teacher, Mr. Carey, gave us an assignment to write a letter to ourselves in 2013. Yesterday, I opened the letter. The Aadil Malik who wrote the letter in 2010 had some very interesting things to say to the Aadil Malik who will be stepping on a stage tomorrow to accept his diploma. Here is the letter:
June 14th, 2010
It's funny that Mr. Carey is making me, or the whole class rather, write letters to ourselves. But maybe I won't be the same person four years from now. Maybe I will look different, write different, smell different. But I will never change the fact that I am Aadil Malik.
Two days from now I am going to be giving a speech to the entire student body. I am running for Student Government President. To some, it probably isn't that big of a deal. But to me, it is.
I have many dreams. I have a dream of becoming the President of the United States. I currently have a dream of becoming a writing and grammar or history teacher. I also dream of opening a law firm, maybe with my cousin and best friend, Faisal.
I've always wanted a job where I have to wear a suit.
I feel like I will be a different person in a few years. Age isn't the only change. But I feel that I will better myself, Insha'Allah.
I love my family. I love my friends. It just feels weird that I'm writing this today and that I will be reading this "tomorrow".
I feel like there is one fact I will not forget in the following years to come, and I do not want to either. And that is LOVE. Love for my family and overall, love for humanity.
As I prepare to close this letter and envision when I will be opening it in the future, one though comes to mind:
Who is Aadil Malik?
I am Aadil Malik.
Always love and peace,
Aadil S. Malik 2010
P.S. I hope my signature doesn't change.
P.S.S. Mr. Carey just told me I have a final grade of 97 in his class.
P.S.S.S. I'll miss you, Aadil.
But I'm ready for the new me.