26/05/2025
Started my journey from a small room where my father, Shaykh Dawoodi sahab , would gently wake me at 6 AM every morning, teach me with love, and then leave for work — while I set off to school with dreams in my eyes.
He wasn’t just my first teacher — he was the one who shaped my mind and groomed my soul. Alongside him, my mother, with her endless patience, love, and silent duas, nurtured me into who I am today.
In my childhood, Mr. Arif sir stood by me not just as a teacher, but as a guide and consoler — someone who truly saw me.
Six years of my life were spent in Markazu Saquafathi Sunniyya kerela under the mentorship of Sheikh Abubakr Ahmad الشيخ أبوبكر أحمد, far from my roots, yet close to hearts that molded me — especially Mr Muhibbullah Saqibi usthad , whose wisdom and presence shaped my inner self profoundly.
When I returned to North India, it was to reconnect with my people and understand their educational culture — the culture I belong to. And here, during my college years, Dr. Fazlur Rehman Sir and Dr. Waris Sir became pillars of strength and mentorship. Their support, belief, and guidance carried me through.
Today, by the mercy of Allah, I’ve completed my graduation 🧑🎓 with First Division.
But this success isn’t mine alone.
It belongs to all those who walked this journey with me — my parents, my teachers, my friends, and every soul who held my hand in light and in darkness.
From the depths of my heart: Thank you.
This is not the end — just the beginning