‘I was born poor, but I will not die poor,’ was a peculiar decision I made at the age of ten (10). This dream seemed too far out of reach, especially when I was surrounded by people who have no contradicted my ambitions and preferred a traditional way of life.
My mom was a caring homemaker. Her dream was to educate her children and get them married one day. She focussed on teaching me life skills on how to survive and how to be loved in my second home. On the other hand, my dad desired that I find a permanent, secure job for myself—something that could support me in case of any unprecedented situations.
Everyone around me focussed more on service-oriented education and jobs rather than entrepreneurship. My relatives even thought that entrepreneurial jobs were not meant for girls. They also thought that only the rich could venture into it and be successful. As a result, my education revolved around traditional courses and providing services. But deep inside, I believed that I was born to be an entrepreneur.
When I learned the basics of handling different types of clothing, I approached various tailoring units with the hope of a job. I did not mind doing even basic things like button fixing. In this manner, I earned my first 50 cents. But I could not stop there. I had to keep making money to reach my goal.
At the age of 13, I started selling my written scripts. I keep having a lot of failures, but that has not hindered the decision I took at the age of 10. I work keeping my goal in front of me each day. Even to this day, many of my works get rejected.
My consistency in working and persevering without giving up has helped me progress amid failures and has made me a better human being—someone of whom my family could be proud of.