The hardest thing in a Pakistani family is to the oldest one among the siblings and I know this because I am that one in my family.
Starting from the beginning, I was born in a small village in North West side of Pakistan.
The village is surrounded by high rise mountain with outstanding green meadows. As my father is a head school teacher (being the first one to open the door of education in our family with three master’s degrees) and has a good reputation in the whole village, everybody knows me, that’s why their expectations from me was very high. I wasn’t aware of it until an accident happened while I was in second grade. I was insulted and bullied for getting third position in my class, that was the turning point of my life and from onward I tried to achieve perfection in every field of life. From third class till my graduation I was amongst the best students of the whole province. It gave me hope that I am strong and able enough to achieve my goals but the path was not an easy one. It was full of sacrifices, compromises and fake happiness.
I wanted to fly like a free bird but I couldn’t.
Some of the things which was holding my wings was the sudden death of my beloved youngest sister, my grandfather, my grandmother, and one of my friends but I tried to remain focused.
The period after graduation gave another direction to my life. It was very hard and full of struggles as I remain unemployed for more than 14 months. My best friends left me; people stopped talking to me. Those who were considering me the best now were calling me a loser. That time I was feeling being the most worthless person on the earth.
One day lost in my thoughts, I heard a voice. Someone was telling me “Don’t lose hope, for every happening there is a reason. So Just try, try and try!”
This person was no one but my inner self.