February 20, 2011
December 18, 2010
I have spent quarter of my life (I hope to live 100 years) and now I realize that I cannot be anything else except a writer.
Journalism has been my first choice, however I wanted to do something in this perticular field I could not get further education. This is why I always emphasize the importance of education specially for girls.
While working for the school of a university I found the longiness and strength of writing. I love fiction but the reality and fact are the base of the stories I write. Public issues and awarness are some of the theme which I like to read as well as to write.
I did not know about much which concerned to women and after writing some personal thoughts I came to know that every piece I had written, were concerned to a problem or a misery of my own life that can be any woman's life. That threw me into the waterless well. And I still am finding the stairecase not to go to heaven, just to come back into this world again.
I know that my English is not good enough to write professionally still want to write in which everyone can understand even partially.
So we can share each moment and thoughts through few words and I think we at least can do this much.
Let's hope for the best.