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Vision 21 is Pakistan based non-profit, non- partisan Socio-Political organisation. We work through research and advocacy. Our Focus is on Poverty and Misery Alleviation, Rights Awareness, Human Dignity, Women empowerment and Justice as a right and obligation.

We act and work side by side with the deprived and have-nots.

We invite you to join us in this mission. We welcome your help. We welcome your comments and suggestions. If you are interested in writing on Awaam, please contact us at: awaam@thevision21.org

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SLOW LEARNERS NEED A BREAK IN THE CIRCLE

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Allah has made every human being different from the other this is evident when we see that human beings have finger prints and genetic formation. But these biological differences are not the only differences. People think differently, perceive differently, behave and act differently in similar situations. They have different interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. Some are good in science, some are good in arts. Some are good in mathematics and some are good in philosophy. When it comes to medicine some people respond well to one type of treatment and some respond well to the other. Some recover faster from injuries, sickness or mental trauma and some recover slowly. All these things make one human being different from the other. Scientists might have different explanations for all these variations but one thing is for sure that these differences do exist.

 

Since all the human beings are different and they think, perceive and act differently in one way or the other, they also learn differently. Some learn and grasp faster while some take a little longer, some have better concentration while others have difficulty in concentration. Some like one subject or discipline others are good at different subjects or discipline. All these reasons make one student different from the other and create variation between their needs, interests, response and performance. SLP caters to these different needs of students. Students who were never admitted to schools or dropout at very initial levels from schools because they couldn’t perform well as per the requirement of the school or their teachers, families and friends discouraged them and think that it is a waste of time and resources to try and teach them or the kids simply lost their interest and confidence because they couldn’t perform well in their school, SLP takes them in.

At SLP teachers cater to their needs, nurture their interests and boost their confidence. This brings back their interest in learning and they start doing well in their studies. At SLP, there other talents and interests are also polished and they are given a chance to practice and show their talent. There are many success stories of such sort. Haroon Rasheed is one such story. He also was thought to be a child, who could not learn, by his parents and family. He joined SLP in 2011 alongwith his three brothers and one sister who passed out after one year but he remained there as his learning pace was very slow. It has been seen that slow learning in some cases also becomes a discouragement for the student and both factors reinforce each other due to which the student ends up losing interest in learning.

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Contrary to that, as Haroon was highly encouraged for his every step of progress he developed a faster pace of learning and performing with time. Now he is doing really well in his studies. The formerly shy kid now has the confidence to participate in class discussions. He now believes that education is hope, it is the light at the end of a dark tunnel. According to him SLP not only helped him learn to read and write but also taught him how to talk and act properly and confidently in public. In his spare time he likes to fly kite.  He is also practicing his writing skills and his teacher at SLP helping him polish that skill. 

SLOW LEARNERS NEED A BREAK IN THE CIRCLE

SLP

Allah has made every human being different from the other this is evident when we see that human beings have finger prints and genetic formation. But these biological differences are not the only differences. People think differently, perceive differently, behave and act differently in similar situations. They have different interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes. Some are good in science, some are good in arts. Some are good in mathematics and some are good in philosophy. When it comes to medicine some people respond well to one type of treatment and some respond well to the other. Some recover faster from injuries, sickness or mental trauma and some recover slowly. All these things make one human being different from the other. Scientists might have different explanations for all these variations but one thing is for sure that these differences do exist.

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After a while, all I did was learn

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Asfandayar, 16 year old student at SLP, thinks that education is something that helps us in every aspect of life. It improves how we think and act. Thus, makes better human beings.

He was a salesman at a local store when he realized that he needed to learn to read and write. He stated that while working in the store, customers use to come asking for different items and he would find it really difficult to find them. He was having trouble coping up with this challenge. That is when he came to know of SLP. Then he convinced his boss who allowed him to go to school in the morning and work in the store in the evening. While talking about this, Asfand smiled and added, “After a while, all I did was learn.”

Learning became his passion. Now all he wants to do is to learn more and more and spread it. Because like other SLP students he also believes that knowledge is not something one should keep to himself, it should be spread.

DEAR PAKISTAN

Dear Pakistan,

Late last year when I was told that I would have to leave you, I was heartbroken. I had tried hard and wished with all my heart that I could have a few more years with you….despite your troubled state. I felt then that I wanted to be by your side, to see you through it, to offer some kind of help or just to not abandon you in your most difficult time. But it seems, destiny had paved a different path for me, a road that would lead me to watch and observe you from a very different perspective. As I packed up the pieces of our time together Pakistan, I smiled at our many memories but cried at the possibilities that never saw the light of day.

You had so much potential to become a strong independent nation, so many talented and highly intelligent people to support you but, somehow you seem to have drifted from the dream your forefathers had for you, fallen into bad company and collected a group of rather nasty and selfish friends. You trusted the wrong people who promised to take you and your people to great heights, only to push you down every time. Your step was bigger than they wanted it. Like many others, I too am guilty of watching you fall, silently, frustrated, with the anger only burning me inside but making no difference to what was going on.

I remember when I was a young girl, my father told me how he had left his home and family in the coconut covered hills to come and be with you, as you were a fledgling young country learning to walk, needing all the help you could get. My father told me how thousands of other young lads like him, got on a ship and headed to Karachi all looking forward to a bright future with you. My father told me how your father Jinnah had dreams and visions for you, and had invited minorities from across India to share his dream. But dear dear Pakistan, I’m deeply sorry that you lost your father when you had barely even learnt to crawl, followed by a tormented adolescence and then an intensely aggressive puberty with greedy feudal and military foster parents. Looking back, we thought then that this was the darkest period of your life where you were brainwashed into believing that the sole purpose of your existence was to defend and protect your faith…. and faith became your identity.

You turned away from all the people who supported you as a toddler, you spat hatred towards anyone who disagreed with you. You became violent, cruel and egotistical with the illusion of power you were shown, and instead of becoming a beacon of light and prosperity for the region, you became a source of darkness. No one could get through to you anymore. And those who could, thought it might be better to observe silently from the comfort of their living rooms. While your good side kept silent, your bad dared to come up to the surface and be heard, not just within your boundaries, but across the globe.

Suddenly your bad side brought you into the limelight, the negative publicity matched the large ego you had by now developed, nurtured carefully by your evil step father Zia.

Many of the young minorities who left India to be by your side when you most needed them, realized they were not needed anymore and uprooted themselves and their families and quietly made their way to whichever country would accept them with tolerant arms as India had closed its doors on them and they could never return home. You didn’t notice of course, you were too caught up in your own self- righteousness and pig headedness to realize that it was NOT them that betrayed you but vice versa. As the decades passed, more and more communities left as you were blinded by your own beliefs and bigotry. Thousands of educated muslim families too decided to get going with the wave of exodus, willing to deny you as their loved one, desperately seeking new nationalities where ever they could. I watched this….

I watched the entire Goan community leave. 98% of the Christian, Parsi and Chinese friends in school with me, had migrated by the time we got to college. Their parents sold everything they had, left stable corporate jobs to once again start from scratch either filling gas at petrol stations in Canada or making subway sandwiches, they obviously felt anything was better than being around you. Those who had chosen to stay with you, would realize later that they chose the devil instead of the deep blue sea. At least the deep blue sea is a much more tolerant environment. As the years went by, we patiently hoped you would change. Yes, many of us still had our hopes on you….Many still believed your good side would get the better of your bad…. We loved you….We wanted to see you successful and prosperous.

But you let us down, each and every one of us with that ray of hope. You became increasingly darker and aggressive. You became a shelter for the wicked instead of the weak. Thieves, Murderers, liars and killers walked your lands rampantly with your constitution in their back pockets. Justice was made blind and honesty became an endangered species. Yet, you publicly proclaimed your righteousness. You publicly kill the weaker sex in the name of honor, you publicly burn churches and temples, you publicly defend your faith by burning anything that came your way including villages with innocent women and children. And as if that wasn’t enough, you turned to killing people who even shared the same faith, if they dared to follow a different sect or doctrine.

Somehow you felt that if people were different from you, they didn’t deserve to live. Your hatred became so ingrained into your subconscious that parts and provinces within you, began to hate and kill each other. Your own physical body at war with itself. If one’s arms and legs start fighting amongst themselves, the body soon becomes useless and ceases any productive function. I have to be brutally honest here, Pakistan: what you have become today, is the darkest, most vile nation that exists in the world with numerous enemies and even more fair weather friends. The friends who will chew you and spit you out while they pat you on the back. They will use and abuse your every resource and potential until you are left worthless and crippled with a cancer that will slowly consume every part of you.

Your birth was a bloody one and it seems that to this day, your soils thirst for blood. Everyday, dozens of innocent people who love and believe in you, die needlessly. Bomb blasts and target killings are your new social norms. Even those who share your faith are threatened by your version of misinterpreted faith that gets a kick out of falsely convicting a mentally retarded minor on blasphemy charges. I wonder what nefarious activities we will hear of next. I am now glad that the Universe and God conspired to take me far far away from you. You are not good for anyone’s health or sanity….

I have come to hate you for all that you have become, but will still love you always for all that you could have been.

Sincerely disappointed,

Natasha De Sousa.

A Role Model at SLP

She is 15 years old, the eldest sister of her 7 brothers, hailing originally from Mohmand Agency, probably the first one in her family to read and write.Camera 360

Abida is a role model for the girls of her age group and even for those elder than her due to her conviction and commitment to get education as her basic right and duty.

She joined SLP in 2012 and is still a student with a firm determination to become a teacher in the same program and teach other what she has learned.

While telling her story, Abida says that getting education once seemed impossible for her she got the permission to come to SLP office to guard her four brothers who studied here,  as she is the eldest of her siblings. But with the passage of time she worked hard and proved the worth of education to her parents and family by exhibiting good manners and ability to read and write.

‘It was surprising for my parents when I started reading the letters, bills  and newspaper at home. I also used to write the list of things to purchase, and I also maintained a budget of our household expenses which I learned in the class’

She told that her parents were then happy to see a positive change in her and her mother started supporting her education and later her father too supported her.

Abida says that literacy is a blessing that has countless advantages. It is something that never lets one feel alone. If one starts reading an interesting book that takes one away into a different world.

She says that in worst case if she could not continue getting education she will not be as unfortunate as she felt she was when she was illiterate because now she can self learn and also teach others.