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On a wing and verse: Bengal girl gives poetic meaning to broken life

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IANS Sun, 12/17/2017 - 02:36

Kolkata, Dec 17 Eight years back, Sathi Mondal was a normal, jovial teenager, enjoying life and dreaming of making it big in sports. That's till a botched-up medical treatment derailed her life's planned journey. Now she can't take a morsel of food or even water through her mouth, shuttles between home and hospital, and suffers excruciating pain.

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Hijab is no hurdle: Dream of bakery worker's daughter takes wings

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IANS Sun, 11/19/2017 - 04:03

Hyderabad, Nov 19, "I want to become a pilot." When she instinctively answered a question at an event over a decade ago, the dream of a humble bakery worker's daughter had started growing wings. Hijab-wearing Syeda Salva Fatima is now all set to join an airline and is one of the four Muslim women in India who hold a Commercial Pilot's Licence (CPL).

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Winds of change: Muslim girls embrace education, aim high

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IANS Sun, 11/12/2017 - 02:22

Katihar (Bihar)/Azamgarh/New Delhi, Nov 12 (IANS) For Ghazala Tasneem, October 31 was not a normal day. It was the day her dream came true and she was rewarded for her hard struggle of three years. She was selected for the Bihar Judicial Services Competitive Examination with 65th rank and can soon aspire to be a judge.

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Women power: How a forest was saved from timber mafia

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Nishant Trivedi Sun, 11/05/2017 - 02:30

Jamshedpur (Jharkhand), Nov 5, Armed with just water bottles and sticks, a group of poor tribal women in Muturkham village of Purbi Singhbhum district of Jharkhand trekked miles to the sal forest that surrounded their habitat. Their mission: To save the forest from being plundered and denuded by the "forest mafia".

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What Color Are You?

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Tanuja_pattnaik Sun, 10/15/2017 - 01:15

Black. White. Red. Blue.
Four colours. Four people. Four perspectives of life.
One problem. Four thoughts.
It is raining heavily. There is no umbrella.
Thought 1:
It is my bad luck. Why did I have to come without an umbrella today? Why couldn’t someone at home remind me to take my umbrella? I know, they don’t care about me. They are all so busy with themselves that they don’t have enough time for me. Why does this always happen to me? Why can’t I have a happy life? Everyone hurts me. Everyone hates me. I have no right to live. I am the BLACK sheep.

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I am not afraid of obstacles because I know that I am strong enough to survive anything

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Nishant Trivedi Sat, 09/23/2017 - 18:16

'My name used to be Mabinty Bangura and I was born in Sierra Leone during the Civil War. I was born with a skin condition called vitiligo, which made people believe I was cursed, and they would call me the Devil’s child. My parents realized that my future in Sierra Leone would be really hard. So from an early age on, they tried to educate me as much as possible. I was 3 years old when my father was killed by the rebels, while working in the mines. My mother and I had to go live with my uncle who believed I was cursed. Therefore, he would barely give us food.

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‘I will always love you’ and right after she passed away.

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Nishant Trivedi Thu, 09/21/2017 - 16:29

“I was born and brought up in Navsari, Gujarat where my aunt raised me after my parent’s divorce. When she abruptly passed away, my neighbors looked after me and that’s how Nargis and I grew up together. She was the most beautiful woman in the world… it was no surprise that when she came off age, there were many who wanted to marry her — but she was firm about wanting to fall in love and marrying her soulmate. Once, when she was distressed about the pressures of marriage, I took her out for a long bike ride.

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All of a sudden, my mother fell really ill, she was HIV positive

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Nishant Trivedi Thu, 09/21/2017 - 13:34

“I grew up at a red-light area in Shrirampur. It was a dangerous environment to be in — one of my classmates was a murderer and the others were thieves who taught me the art of pocket cutting. We’d often pickpocket people at train stations…and we were proud of it. We were always upto no good — but one day one of our pranks went horribly wrong. We were throwing stones at each other, and one of our friends passed away, because it hit him on the head. That shook me up and I decided to stop all these practices and become a better person.

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