Mising Home for Giving Home

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*This is an entry for the March Blog of the Month Competition. *
Dreams. Happiness. Desires. Achievements. Becoming a doctor is not just a dream but a passion. And this passion makes you do things that you have never imagined to do. Admission in medical college is one milestone which we achieve after a seemingly long period of hard work, right?
Different cities but one dream.
From never travelling alone to doing everything on our own, we became responsible as ''hostellites''. From all the facilities at our home to facing light problems, flooded rooms and water unavailability, we learned how to adjust ourselves under any circumstances. Distant from home, we got to know the worth of our loved ones really well. From not sharing even a bar of chocolate with our siblings to eating in a single plate, we understood the worth of being together. From sharing every little problem with our mothers to handling big matters on our own, we became mature. From sleeping only with our siblings to sleeping with our dormmates, we learned how to adapt. From waking up only on our mother's call at 6 in the morning to waking up by one ring of our alarm, we understood the worth of time. From starting the day with "mama's anda paratha" to eating just a sandwich for breakfast, we missed home. From being desperate for holidays to meet our families to cancelling the plan because of tests, schedules, etc., we learned how to be patient. From being scared of just the sight of cats to having them in your rooms almost all the time, we kind of loved them.
Hostel, hostellites, hostel life is just a different phase but a new and refreshing one! This place helps us grow the self-confidence which was otherwise not possible. This is the place where we learn how to love, care, and support each other. This is the place where once we enter, every day is the beginning of a new chapter. A new hope and a new reason to believe in ourselves to love people who remained there no matter what. We go through "ragging phase" initially, scared of seniors but at the end, these seniors are so caring and helpful throughout your time in hostel.
We do each and everything on our own, get hurt, feel happy, enjoy with the best roommates, even cook by ourselves but this in turn makes us more responsible, more kind and caring individuals.
Life of a hostellite is just like spring. With every passing moment, new flowers bloom, we cherish the presence of their beauty. We encounter new colors; bright, vibrant, radiant.
With facing each problem, we become brave!
From studying to sharing viva depression together, friends became closer.
Above all, we all share our dream to be "The Cream of the Nation" together.
Sadia Bint-e-Tariq (Batch of 2020)

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