Zahra speaks

In the past few days, our country has encountered a bizarre situation. The arrest of Imran Khan outside the court resulted in widespread chaos in the country, with people taking to the streets to protest against the perceived lack of law and order. While there was ample evidence suggesting that the arrest was unjust, there were also instances where the protests escalated into violence, resulting in the loss of approximately 40 lives. It is a tragic situation for the country, and I condemn all forms of violence. However, there was one particular incident that struck a personal chord with me. I was deeply affected when I saw the video footage of Punjab Police dragging a girl in a wheelchair out of her wheelchair and forcibly taking her to a police van. This act of brutality was unacceptable, and it highlighted the need for greater sensitivity towards marginalized communities, such as those with disabilities. I find it utterly incomprehensible that a person with a disability, who bravely

Twelve years ago, my life changed completely. It was a fine day of spring when I went into surgery. I remember feeling a crisp breeze. Not too hot or cold. It was pleasant. The night before the surgery, I kept searching about my condition on a small-screen phone. It was difficult to sleep. The next day, I woke up with an unknown strength of facing the unknown. I don't know why I wasn't scared anymore. Perhaps with divine intervention, the 16-year-old Zahra had prepared herself for the big battle. Right before entering the operation theatre, I remember my late uncle cheering me up. Trying to make me forget what was going to happen. But, I was okay. My life has not been the same since I got out of that operation theatre on the 4th of April 2011. I never thought it was going to be something long-term, but I owe a lot to this day. I call it the day of my rebirth in the same lifetime. It is a day that transformed me, made me strong, and maybe a little wise. This day marked the begin