‘Sometimes, I don’t understand what my teachers teach’
DANISH MUSHTAQ | 9| STUDENT
USMANIA PUBLIC SCHOOL, SRINAGAR
I GO to a private school at Gasi Mohalla with my younger brother Yasir. My youngest brother Saahil is handicapped and goes to a government school where he doesn’t have to pay any fees. My school is close to my home and I walk the distance. But I want to go to school in a bus like other children do in my locality. My school is housed in a small brick building. We sit on the floor on coir mats.
My mother wakes me up at 7 am and prepares me for school. I get tea and two rotis. It is very rarely that she gives me an egg. The monthly school fee is 150. But they often delay paying our fees. Sometimes, when the payment is delayed, the school sends both me and my brother back home, telling us not to come back until we pay up. During such times, I feel like never going to school again. But then my parents somehow get the required amount and we are allowed back into the school.
I wanted to go to a missionary school but my parents couldn’t afford the fees. The children who go there wear red blazers. I want to go with them. Sometimes, I don’t understand what my teachers teach, nor do my parents help me with my homework or exams. My parents say they can’t help me because they have not studied themselves. Sometimes, when I’m not able to do my homework properly, my teacher beats me. He doesn’t understand that there is nobody at home who can help me.
The kids think I’m poor and don’t often mix with me. But I love going to school and want to become a doctor when I grow up. Yasir wants to become an engineer.