It’s been almost six months since I moved here to Orlando to continue my graduate studies. It’s crazy how time flies. One day, you're at home with your family after a long day at college, sitting around the dinner table with your siblings, and then your dad walks in, and everyone rushes to greet him with a kiss. Yeah, I still do that, no matter how old I get. And then, suddenly, you wake up in a different country—6,575 miles away from the love of your life and your family. Life feels quiet most days. I often ask myself questions to remind myself why I’m here. To give back. To work hard. To do research on a topic I’m passionate about. To be in a place that millions of people pray every day to come to. To make a difference—not just for myself, but for others. Maybe even to open a path for them to follow one day. But it’s not easy. Most days, I wish I could just sit with my family, and watch TV after a long, tiring day. The time difference makes it even harder—I can’t even call them a...