Tabu Qureshi

WELCOME TO MY WORLD

 

I never had given a thought to becoming a professional writer when I was young, though I had many other dreams as a child. As I had never liked reading myself, becoming a writer just did not seem to be a path that would have made sense.

I wanted to be a scientist, like Albert Einstein and innovate things that reside only in our dreams. I wanted to invent things like “Invisible Wings” that made you fly with just a flap of your arms or maybe an “Appear Anywhere” smartphone that would not just dial in your voice but would transport your entire body to wherever you chose to call! 

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Just like Albert Einstein, I wanted to become a phenomenal scientist and innovator.

 

As I moved forward in my life to pursue a degree in Engineering, I moved forward in my dreams as well. I found myself wanting to be a businesswoman and a political figure. I wanted to acquire the talent, optimism and leadership skills to flourish in a culture where women are empowered and independent.

I wanted to introduce new ventures and become a mountain of visions and wisdom. I wanted to help convert failures into successes.

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In my life as a business woman, I wanted to be fearless, successful, and in every way, a leader.

 

When the life moved into the vicinity of practical norms of realism and became the supplicant of every ‘very much’ worldly virtue that it offered in its journey, I became a slave to the needs of my own self, and I found that the world was no supporter of dreams, but rather a depressant of them it seemed. I began to feel the pressure of practical responsibilities, and it seemed that my abilities to provide for myself and yet also follow my heart were at times too diametrically opposed to allow for both to coexist. Life subdued my dreams, and the flames of my passions were buried.

 But buried though they stayed, for much longer than I would ever have hoped, my dreams never died. In time, after much trial, I began collecting every thread of the weak and dying flames within my soul and re-ignited them: I found a new direction of faith and hope. Protecting them from the vortex of denunciations and dispirit, I rose and moved one step at a time.

I became a writer.

With the emboldened spirit of a dreamer who never forgot, with effort and through much strife, I became that which I had dreamed of being, an innovator and a fearless leader. And to all who read and remember, perhaps, the dreams that they too once had, I say, stir up those dying embers; pursue your long-held aspirations, until one day you turn around and see that your dreams have left the ethereal world and entered that of light, substance, and reality.

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