'Goodbyes are temporary'
I quite vividly remember the day when my dearest mother took me to Nursery class at Esena Foundation. I was crying like anything, I was somehow seated in the class and for three days, teachers allowed her to sit outside class for my comfort. She is there, I kept turning back after a while until I got used to the new routine and fourth day she wasn't allowed and I had to deal on my own. And I did, however. I still remember the panic attacks and urges to go bathroom and feeling ugly, no one wanting to be my friend, even so laughing at me. It was a girls only school. And believe me girls could be ruthless even at age 3 or 4. Anyway, my second challenge started and my self esteem and confidence took charge inplace of fear, sadness and pain. It happened so that instead of calling or writing my name properly, 'Areefa', the whole Nursery class and half of the prep class I was 'Arifa'. That wasn't me, even on the copies. Simply that wasn't me. I remember very very ...
