My name is Rania Qamar. I am a daughter of  Qamar Zaman, living with my parents and three brothers, and a young sister in Chabri village of Chakwal. I was born disabled. I have difficulty walking. My father was a mechanic by profession, and the sophistication and quality of his work were talked about throughout the village. My father had no shortage of work due to his exemplary skills and hard work. One contract would not have ended if people had come to our house in advance for the next one. Everything was going so well that suddenly, my father got ill one day. We went to many doctors, but his arthritis wasn’t getting any better, and he is bedridden now. Gradually managing the kitchen got tough, as the sole bread-earner was lying handicapped on the bed. Schooling was the first thing to stop and manage food instead. Meanwhile, some backers from our village bought us some goats so that we could make them our livelihood. We are thankful to them. My family recognized the importance of education, so the boys continued going to school, and my sister and I were sitting out of school. We couldn’t manage the school transportation charges as higher secondary schools at Khanpur were far away. I had to walk about one and a half kilometers from my house to Markazi Road. It is not uncommon for me to have overcrowding on public transport, so I have to face daily pain. It isn’t easy. At times I lost my strength and wanted to leave education. At that point, my prayers were answered, and Bedari chipped in to support my travel expense. I am very grateful to Bedari for making my education easier during this difficult time. I’ll support girls’ education as much as possible in my limited capacity.