"And those who judged you today, I tell you, one day you’ll be in their place."
I am writing about a school where trees dance for you, where the air sings melodious songs, where nature plays with you, and where peace refreshes you.
He had small chits with answers to the questions tucked into his pant border. It looked like a long magazine of bullets attached to his pant.
Everywhere around the station, people walked hand in hand, looking out for their companions. Yet, I found myself walking alone, with only myself for company.
In that tense moment, I made a quick decision: let the teacher's phones go.
I believe that merely possessing qualifications and meeting the criteria for a teaching position does not inherently make someone a teacher.
I find that I was already dead!
Talking to friends is considered an offense!
The Journey of a visually impaired Assistant Professor.
Paying every time you fall on the ground rather than standing up yourself is Corruption for me ~ Saaqib Bashir
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