Hamza Haq, the star of Transplant, shares how a drama teacher helped him find his calling — and why he regrets not paying more attention in physics class.
By Laura Bickle
Photo: Randall Ross
Inquisitive, jolly, energetic.
Arrogant, insecure, lazy.
Drama. I mean, that has to be obvious, right?
History. It was difficult to get my head around what was deemed relevant when so much was being left out.
"Fallin'" by Alicia Keys, my first slow dance in Grade 6; "My Sacrifice" by Creed reminds me of getting together with the boys to watch wrestling; "Hey Ya!" by Outkast was the song I used as the background in the first movie I made in Grade 8. And anything by Linkin Park.
The entire collected works of Rumi and Night of Power by Anar Ali.
Taxes and fiscal responsibility.
I bought four candy grams on Valentine's Day for this girl I had a crush on in my math class who also sat next to me. The following day she requested to be moved to another seat.
Hard work trumps raw talent.
Performing Beowulf at the Sears Ontario Drama Festival Showcase in St. Catharines in Grade 11.
Listening to a student's concerns.
Physics, because my mom always beats me in physics-related Jeopardy! categories!
I wasn't the best actor in drama class, but I got better parts in the plays because my drama teacher told me that hopefully if other brown kids got to see me acting and having fun, maybe they'd be interested in trying it as well and discovering it was meant for them. It was a huge lesson on the importance of representation.