‘Some­times, I don’t un­der­stand what my teach­ers teach’




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.

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