Hajra Bano

 What comes to your mind when you hear the word " Care leaver"?  Or I can ask , "what are the emotions that you feel when you hear the word care leaver"?  Is it pitiful or sympathy or left -overs or undefined. Have you ever wondered about it?  In the vast sea of memories, the term "care leaver" surfaces, a phrase that carries an emotional weight that words struggle to convey. Perhaps, it sparks memories or elicits emotions, or maybe, it's an entirely new concept that leaves a flutter in the heart. Imagine, that you will discovery  a beautiful pearl nestled within the delicate folds of a shell. Our world is similar to that precious shell, which carries hidden gems in every corner—the care leavers. Like the unfolding mystery of a pearl's value, the true beauty within care leavers often remains hidden, awaiting the delicate touch of a helping hand, whether it be from an individual or a compassionate organization. Picture the heartwarming joy that floo

  Hi, I'm Hajra Bano, hailing from the  land of Jammu and Kashmir. I have competed my general nursing and midwifery. Prepare yourself as I am going to unveil the layers of my story. You might be wondering why I'm introducing myself in such a manner—what exactly is my motive? Allow me to share an important  chapter of my life, an indelible tale that sculpted the person I am today. This narrative isn't just about me; it's a journey that reshaped my entire existence, pushing me from a shadowed realm into a brilliantly illuminated world. Buckle up as I recount the story of my one-year journey in the LIFT Fellowship—a tale that is bound to captivate your senses and reveal the transformative power of resilience and growth. Despite facing my own battles as a specially-abled care leaver, I embarked on a remarkable journey that not only transformed me but aimed to make a difference in the lives of others like me. My path led me to stage for a unique opportunity—the LIFT fellow

How beautiful the world is, with its captivating sunrises, bewitching sunsets, and the Thrilling wonders of nature. The attraction of these scenes, however, remains tricky to me, for I am blind. Let me invite you into my world, where colors are felt, heard, and embraced in a mosaic with twists, turns, and a orchestra of unseen color. In the morning, the world wakes up in a burst of unseen colors. The sunrise, a treasure and feeling of warmth and promise, paints the sky in shades my fingers long to touch. The whispers of nature, from the rustle of leaves to the song of birds, guide me through a scope of sensations, each note adding a new layer to the canvas of my existence. Yet, in this journey, there are twists and turns that transform the ordinary into the extraordinary. The city streets become a web of sounds and textures, a vibrant mosaic under my fingertips. The challenges, like unexpected splashes of color, shape the rhythm of my steps.   Loneliness, a shadow I dance with, takes