My story…

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.

My story…

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.

From that point I changed my life mottos. I applied for foreign student scholarship and after a lot of rejections finally succeeded to get one (Stipendium Hungaricum Scholorship). I started my masters in one of the reputed university of Hungary. It opened a new chapter of my life where so many opportunities were waiting for me. One of them was Erasmus Plus projects.
I luckily got a chance to participate in one of that kind of project (Storify Yourself) which brought a lot of beautiful changes in me and in my personality.
I found the answers of my questions like who am I? Why I am here? What is my purpose?
I came to know that it’s not people job to love you, It’s yours.
What you own is not what you are.
Being busy does not mean being productive.
The average human life is relatively very short and you only ever live the life you create for yourself.
So here I am, this is my story.
Story created by myself in which every ending is a beginning of new me.

Muhammad Irfan Ghani

From that point I changed my life mottos. I applied for foreign student scholarship and after a lot of rejections finally succeeded to get one (Stipendium Hungaricum Scholorship). I started my masters in one of the reputed university of Hungary. It opened a new chapter of my life where so many opportunities were waiting for me. One of them was Erasmus Plus projects.

I luckily got a chance to participate in one of that kind of project (
Storify Yourself) which brought a lot of beautiful changes in me and in my personality.

I found the answers of my questions like who am I? Why I am here? What is my purpose?


I came to know that it’s not people job to love you, It’s yours.


What you own is not what you are.


Being busy does not mean being productive.


The average human life is relatively very short and you only ever live the life you create for yourself.


So here I am, this is my story.


Story created by myself in which every ending is a beginning of new me.

Muhammad Irfan Ghani

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