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My Brief AutobiographyMy name is Hamida Wafa, and I was born on the 18th of January, 1998 in Maidaan Wardak, Afghanistan. I grew up in small neighborhood but in a large family. I have six sisters and three brothers. My father is an engineer and my mother is housewife.My mother is an overly strict parent. She particularly imposes so many restrictions on her daughters. Perhaps that is because she loves us so much and wants to protect us from harm. Whatever the reason, that really is annoying at times, especially for an adventurous girl like me. But my father is a very wise and bright man. He taught me to be patient with my mother. However, I love them both. They are my wings to fly with, after all.I had a happy, normal childhood. That is, I had everything a child wishes of having. I had siblings, friends, toys – everything. In addition, I was a cute, adorable baby girl and the whole neighborhood loved me. In 1999, we fled to Peshawar, Pakistan to escape the brutal regime of Taliban. According to my father, we were planning to stay there permanently. But we moved back to Afghanistan just when I attended third grade and made some friends.Back home, we resided in Kabul, and I started to complete the rest of my elementary as well as high school education. While in high school, though, I met some unexpected challenges. I had great goals and dreams in mind, but the schools did not provide an excellent all-round education to help me achieve them. On the other hand, I could not afford to study at private centers. That meant I had to pick up a job and earn money. Fortunately, I managed it. I took a part-time job as a teacher in an institution and soon made enough money to attend some courses. I took a number of courses on various subjects including academic writing, creative writing, public speaking, and as a result, I met some of my objectives.
In 2018, I began majoring in law in AL-Mustafa University and in the meantime, I started a job as a narrator in a YouTube channel. It was an exciting job. I then strived to become a qualified teacher to teach in well-known academic centers, and I succeeded. So, I taught in many academies. Consequently, I was able to provide for myself and my family and in addition, I gained valuable experiences and grew more knowledgeable.
Later, I came across even better opportunities. I found better-paid jobs and met many bright people who made it easier for me to achieve my greater goals. That is to say, I engaged in social and civic activities. I have a vision of Afghan women being mostly bright and well-educated. Hence, I am striving to promote women’s rights, and I am striving to encourage them to stand up for their rights. My hope is that there will be more social and women’s rights activist to help this vision come true sooner.