✒️:..Nimra Showkat
A Specially-Abled Student’s Journey: from Struggle to Strength
Despite Nimras physical challenges and inability to walk properly, she was denied admission to a regular college and is now pursuing higher education through distance mode. Yet, her heart aches for the college life she missed. In her article, she shares a moving account of her experiences at Government Higher Secondary School, Delina Baramulla.
Today, I want to write about my teachers and my colleagues — about how much love, care, and respect they gave me. My teachers are the most special people in my life. I want to fill this space with light, laughter, and love. I want to write about those beautiful moments I spent with my friends and teachers.
Tears begin to flow from my eyes whenever I remember them. The journey of my life has been filled with pain and suffering. I can’t express my life story fully in words. Actually, I am a specially-abled girl. I can walk only with the help of support, with a stick. But that doesn’t mean I am fully dependent on anyone.
The day I was born was a whirlwind of uncertainty and fear. Being a premature child, my arrival was fraught with complications. The doctors said my oxygen levels were critically low, but they never explained the consequences. As days passed, it became clear that I was facing challenges beyond anyone’s expectations. My legs had no movement, and doctors said I would never walk in my life. My parents consulted specialists in different states, hoping for a miracle. They confirmed that lack of oxygen to the lower part of my body caused my condition.
It was a harsh reality to accept. Yet, something within me kept the flame of life burning. My journey was marked with immense difficulties, but the fact that I was still here spoke volumes about resilience and the power of hope. My physical shortcomings never became a mental weakness. I chose to focus on what I could do rather than what I could not.
But today, I want to write not about myself, but about the people who gave me love, care, respect, and joy — my teachers and friends. They became the strongest pillars of my life. They filled my days with happiness and hope. They instilled confidence in me and made me strong.
When I joined Government Boys’ Higher Secondary School, Delina Baramulla, after passing my 10th in 2022, life took a beautiful turn. My school life wasn’t just about exams and studies, it was about discovering belonging for the first time. My friends were like angels sent into my life at the right time. They stood by me, not out of pity or obligation, but with genuine affection and loyalty. They never let me feel less than others. If I couldn’t walk fast, they slowed down. If I stayed quiet, they included me in conversations.
I still remember the day when I forgot my lunch. Within seconds, three tiffin boxes were placed in front of me by my friends, each insisting I share theirs. It wasn’t the food, but their love that touched me. Such small gestures became unforgettable memories.
I also had a very special best friend — someone who always listened to me, laughed with me, and supported me. Once, when I was sitting sadly in the school ground, crying because of my disability, she sat by my side and said: “You don’t need anyone’s motivation. You are already a strong girl. Everyone has struggles in life. Don’t think you are not perfect. You are the most special one — Allah has given you a heart of gold.” Her words erased my negativity and filled me with confidence.
My teachers too played a huge role. One of the best was Qazi Syed Sajad Sir, our political science lecturer. He treated me like his own daughter and encouraged me to write and express myself. Another teacher once dedicated a whole class to unsung heroes and told me at the end, “You are one of them too.” Those words still echo in my heart.
We also had beautiful trips with our teachers and classmates — to Nishat, Gulmarg, Manasbal, Eco Park, and many other places. Those trips gave me unforgettable happiness. With my friends and teachers, I laughed, dreamed, and forgot all my sorrows. Truly, those days were golden.
My friends were not just classmates — they were my protectors, my joy, my sunshine on cloudy days. My teachers were not just educators — they were mentors, guides, and family.
Even today, when I think of those days, my eyes fill with tears. School was not only about books and exams; it was about love, belonging, and acceptance. My teachers and friends shaped me, gave me confidence, and reminded me of my worth.
I pray to Allah SWT that all my teachers and friends are blessed with long, happy, and peaceful lives. They are my greatest treasures, and their love will always live in my heart.
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