Bumuar (Bihar), Dec 22 Sixteen-year-old Anjali Kumari's determination to study and fulfill her dream of becoming a school teacher has given her the strength and confidence to stand up against child marriage. She is one of the dozens of girls who are a part of a unique initiative to create awareness against the scourge in rural Bihar.
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).
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.
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".
Black. White. Red. Blue.
Four colours. Four people. Four perspectives of life.
One problem. Four thoughts.
It is raining heavily. There is no umbrella.
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.
'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.
“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.
“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.