When Education Became My Resistance An Iraqi Woman’s Journey from War, Stereotypes, and Fear to Purpose and Pride
From Iraq to America: How Education Became My Act of Resistance Against All Odds
I was born in Iraq into a modest family whose financial means were limited, but whose values were deeply rooted in dignity, faith, and perseverance. My parents were blessed with daughters—six of us—before finally having a son, born twenty years after me. I was the second daughter.
Growing up, I witnessed a painful social norm. When my mother gave birth to a girl, people would console her instead of congratulating her. They would say, “A son strengthens a father’s back.” I watched my mother absorb those words silently, and I felt their weight settle inside me. From a very young age, I made a promise to myself: I would change this equation.
I would prove that a daughter is never less than a son—that a woman can carry responsibility, endure hardship, and become a source of pride, strength, and inspiration.
Education became my path and my purpose. I studied relentlessly, driven by a single goal: to make my father proud and to challenge deeply rooted beliefs about women. By God’s grace, I earned a degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Baghdad, one of the most prestigious universities in Iraq.
Soon after, I married and became a mother of two. At the same time, my country descended into one of the darkest chapters in its history—sectarian war. Life came to a halt. Streets emptied. Universities were targeted. Armed militias roamed freely, killing indiscriminately. Many people fled the country; those who stayed lived in constant fear.
While war silenced daily life, I chose to resist it in the only way I knew: through knowledge. Despite extreme danger, I pursued a Master’s degree in Structural Engineering at a time when undergraduate studies were completely suspended. My family and husband strongly opposed the decision, fearing for my life, as university professors were being assassinated. Still, I insisted.
During one exam, armed militias surrounded the university gates. We were trapped inside. The head of the department gathered us in the cafeteria and said calmly, “Today is destiny—either we leave alive, or we die here.”
By God’s mercy, the militia withdrew. We completed the exam and returned home safely.
At that time, I carried responsibilities far beyond my years—caring for my husband, his parents, and my two young children, aged six and three, while studying under constant threat. During this period, tragedy followed relentlessly. My uncle was killed. My sister’s husband was killed just three days after their wedding. Three of my aunt’s children were murdered because of sectarian violence. Later, my thesis advisor passed away due to illness.
The road was harsh—filled with grief, shock, and exhaustion. Yet I never looked away from my goal. After two relentless years, I earned my Master’s degree.
As security conditions improved slightly, God blessed me with my third child. Around that time, I learned about a highly competitive government scholarship to pursue a PhD in the United States. It felt like an impossible dream. The competition was fierce, and English proficiency requirements were demanding. Still, I chose to try.
For two full years, I studied English intensively. I took the exam three times before achieving the required score. I entered the competition—and was nominated. I received university admission and my visa. Then, in a single moment, everything collapsed.
The scholarship was suspended due to the ISIS invasion of northern Iraq and the sharp decline in oil prices.
Years of effort seemed to vanish overnight.
Refusing to surrender, I organized and led fellow students whose scholarships had also been frozen. For three months, we protested daily in the streets, standing in front of the scholarship authority, holding signs and demanding our right to continue our education. Eventually, the government yielded. Our voices were heard—and we were sent.
In the United States, I earned my PhD in Civil Engineering (Structural Engineering), serving throughout my studies as a Research Assistant and Teaching Assistant. After graduation, I was appointed as an Adjunct Professor. Standing in front of students as a faculty member was one of the proudest moments of my life.
Student evaluations at the end of the academic year described me as a caring, dedicated professor. One student called me “a true gem,” and more than 80% of my students nominated me as one of the best professors at the university. At the beginning of the semester, some students were visibly surprised by my appearance—particularly my hijab. Yet that curiosity quickly disappeared as knowledge, professionalism, and genuine respect took its place.
Beyond the classroom, I felt a deep responsibility to give back. I led a support program for international students, helping them navigate academic life, cultural adjustment, and the challenges of starting over in a new country. I was also an active member of the Women in Engineering association at the University of Delaware, where I led initiatives to support women in engineering . I was invited multiple times to speak on panels addressing the role of women from the Middle East in engineering, academia, and leadership.
In recognition of my dedication, I received a University Service Award for my commitment to supporting students and women alike. I completed my PhD with a GPA of 3.875 out of 4.0, an achievement I hold with deep pride.
Today, that childhood promise has come full circle.
I am now a source of pride for my father. Wherever he goes, he tells people with joy, “My daughter earned a PhD in engineering from the United States.”
The same words are spoken by my husband, who stands beside me with pride and respect.
Most meaningfully, I am a role model for my children. They see in me not only their mother, but an example of perseverance and possibility. In their phones, my name is saved as “Doctor Mommy.” It is a small detail, yet it carries the greatest reward of all.
A Message to Women Everywhere
To every woman who has ever been told she is “less,”
to every girl who grew up believing her dreams were too big for her circumstances,
and to every mother, daughter, or sister carrying silent battles—
Do not let war, poverty, tradition, or fear convince you that your place is small. Education is not merely a degree; it is an act of resistance, a declaration of worth, and a bridge to freedom. There will be moments when the world seems determined to stop you, when loss and exhaustion weigh heavily on your heart. In those moments, remember this: persistence is power.
A woman does not need permission to rise. She needs belief, courage, and the strength to continue even when the path is unclear. My journey taught me that resilience can be learned, dignity can be defended, and dreams—no matter how delayed—are never denied when pursued with purpose.
This is what success truly looks like: changed beliefs, lifted hearts, and a legacy of confidence passed to the next generation. I did not only earn a doctorate; I helped rewrite a story that once told girls they were less.
When one woman rises, she does not rise alone—she lifts generations with her.
