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On August 25, 2018, I arrived at Toronto Pearson International Airport. It was the first time I had seen such a huge airport. With a lot of excitement, I gave my info at the kiosk, got my immigration receipt, and went to the immigration line. I saw that the 3 Indian and 1 Bangladeshi brothers in front of me were being bombarded with questions. I got a little nervous. Trembling with fear, I stood in front of the officer. The officer gestured for my papers. Then, after working on the computer for 5-7 minutes, the officer inexplicably got up and left. I became even more frightened. But no, he had actually gone to print my study permit, and he handed it to me and said "Bonjour."
That's how it all started! Seven years have passed since then. But these seven years were not that easy. I had to face various struggles and battles at almost every moment. Even so, I am endlessly grateful to Allah that I have been able to come to this place today. It's not like I've become a famous person or that I have no struggles. But even for what I have, I am grateful to the great Rabbul Alamin. It is because of him that I have come this far.