I am an Afghan from Kabul, a city shaped by resilience and loss, hope and survival. My roots trace back to Badakhshan, the mountainous province where my father was born and where a decisive journey began, one that quietly shaped my own path.
At a time when war engulfed the country and uncertainty defined daily life, my father left Badakhshan for Kabul. He arrived without acquaintances, without guarantees, and with little more than hope for change and dignity. That journey was not simply a relocation; it was a conscious step toward rebuilding life under the harshest conditions. In Kabul, through patience and determination, he established stability, built a family, and created opportunities where none seemed to exist.
Education became the cornerstone of our household. I attended school and later entered Kabul University, where I studied journalism and Public Relations, a discipline that taught me responsibility, critical thinking, and the power of public awareness. During my undergraduate years, I worked alongside my studies in journalism, public relations, and administrative coordination. These experiences strengthened my communication skills, organizational capacity, and understanding of institutional structures and professional environments.
After graduating, I faced a familiar reality for many young Afghans: limited job opportunities. Rather than allowing uncertainty to defeat me, I invested in learning. I read extensively and explored philosophy, religious studies, art, politics, business, and, most importantly, health and human well-being. I did not seek specialization, but understanding: an awareness of human conditions, social systems, and the realities people face in times of crisis.
This period deepened my humanitarian awareness. It shaped my respect for diversity, strengthened my sense of social responsibility, and reinforced my belief that knowledge gains true value only when it serves humanity. These convictions led me naturally toward the NOHA (Network on Humanitarian Action) master’s program, where my background in journalism, public relations, and communication aligns with humanitarian principles, advocacy, and sustainable action.
For nearly three years, I worked toward reaching this point. The process was long and uncertain. I waited eleven months for my visa from Iran, unsure whether the opportunity would ever materialize. Eventually, persistence prevailed.
I spent time in Berlin with my brother, using every free moment to prepare academically and mentally for my master’s studies. I worked, observed the labor market, and experienced cultural and economic differences directly, lessons that refined my understanding of integration, inequality, and opportunity.
Today, my studies and student activities are progressing well. I remain focused and committed. Yet within me, I still see a mountain of effort, struggle, and aspiration. Life may not allow me to reach every summit, but effort itself is indestructible. It remains the most resistant force within me.
I do not define myself by short-term achievements. I believe in long-term vision, in strengthening my capacity, and in helping people with sincerity and respect, especially my family, for whom my ambitions are deeply rooted.
This is my story: a story of movement, patience, learning, and belief, a belief that effort, guided by humanity, remains the strongest response to adversity.
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