Saira
A Glimpse Into Their World
Background
Saira is the second of four siblings, a lively girl with curious eyes and an imagination that stretches far beyond the small, crowded rooms of her home. Every afternoon, after school, she hurries back, slips out of her shoes, and opens her notebooks. Homework comes first, this rule she never breaks. Once she finishes each page neatly, she packs her bag again and leaves for her academy classes. It is a tiring routine, but Saira follows it with quiet determination, knowing it is her path toward something bigger.
Her father is a painter, but not by choice. He paints walls, sidewalks, and houses just to make ends meet, and life is not very kind to him. Some days his work brings enough money for the family; other days he stares at his hands, stained with color but empty of hope. Her mother works long hours at a factory, leaving early and returning only when the sky is dark, yet she always asks, "Saira, padhaai kaisi chal rahi hai?" with a tired but hopeful smile.
Sometimes Saira overhears her parents whispering about rent, bills, and groceries. Her heart tightens, and she thinks, "If I become a doctor, maybe Ammi and Abbu will not have to worry so much." It is a small dream, but it carries the weight of her entire home.
The house is always filled with noise: her little brother shouting for his toys, her younger sisters giggling as they chase each other, and Saira trying to study in the middle of the chaos. She sometimes wishes for quiet, but deep down, she loves the warmth of it all.
Saira loves writing stories and scribbles small adventures into the margins of her notebooks. She also loves playing outside with her friends, especially when someone brings chocolates to share. Sweets are her weakness: besan ladoo, toffees, anything with a little sugar makes her eyes light up.
Even in the middle of chores, homework, and the noisy house, Saira’s dream stays alive. She wants to become a doctor so she can help people like her parents, who work so hard yet struggle so much. The thought makes her chest swell with quiet determination.
Walking home, Saira feels the dream beating softly inside her, steady and bright. She does not know how long the journey will be, but she knows one thing with certainty: she will never stop trying.
Her father is a painter, but not by choice. He paints walls, sidewalks, and houses just to make ends meet, and life is not very kind to him. Some days his work brings enough money for the family; other days he stares at his hands, stained with color but empty of hope. Her mother works long hours at a factory, leaving early and returning only when the sky is dark, yet she always asks, "Saira, padhaai kaisi chal rahi hai?" with a tired but hopeful smile.
Sometimes Saira overhears her parents whispering about rent, bills, and groceries. Her heart tightens, and she thinks, "If I become a doctor, maybe Ammi and Abbu will not have to worry so much." It is a small dream, but it carries the weight of her entire home.
The house is always filled with noise: her little brother shouting for his toys, her younger sisters giggling as they chase each other, and Saira trying to study in the middle of the chaos. She sometimes wishes for quiet, but deep down, she loves the warmth of it all.
Saira loves writing stories and scribbles small adventures into the margins of her notebooks. She also loves playing outside with her friends, especially when someone brings chocolates to share. Sweets are her weakness: besan ladoo, toffees, anything with a little sugar makes her eyes light up.
Even in the middle of chores, homework, and the noisy house, Saira’s dream stays alive. She wants to become a doctor so she can help people like her parents, who work so hard yet struggle so much. The thought makes her chest swell with quiet determination.
Walking home, Saira feels the dream beating softly inside her, steady and bright. She does not know how long the journey will be, but she knows one thing with certainty: she will never stop trying.
