ASSIGNMENT: AUTOBIOGRAPHY

Submitted by: Mohsina yaseen

PG student Ist year Convergent Journalism

Submitted to: DR. JOHN K. BABU

Assistant Professor: Dept. of Convergent Journalism

Central University of Kashmir, Srinagar

Inspiration:- Both MOM and DAD are my most encouraging
champs!

Aspiration :- my greatest aspiration in life is to see myself as

the truly devoted person towards all the responsibilities!

Family Background
Everyone has different events that are memorable & influential during our childhood as I
opened my eyes in this world on 14TH NOV.I was the 3rd sibling in my family already
comprising my 2 elder sisters but I was loved, welcomed and adored as if I was the first
female siblings. The unique and lovable behaviour of my family inspired my life right from
beginning. In addition to the Islamic atmosphere education too played an important role in
our family...!
It has been rightly said by Agatha Chiriste, One of the luckiest things that can happen to you
in life is to have a happy childhood. I do not remember much of my early childhood but my
MOM said that i was very active, curious & communicative child. I would ask dozens of
questions each moment even without waiting for the answer. This is why i suppose my
parents offered me books & got me admitted in a local English medium institute as early as
my 3rd birthday...!

School Days (Nostalgic)

School days are one of the most joyful moments of existence funfilled with many mysteries
to solve and many fights to resolve.I do not remember much of my early school days.As a
child my favourite time was always spent in little playground. The ground had slides, swings
and other play stuff...!. We just didnt realize how soon time flew past and years down theline
we all were in high section.Seriously we were the naughtiest batch in the entire school & we
were actually proud of it.I still remember all that fun, sneaking around corridors, playing
during class-time and stealing walnuts from the school garden....We did it all...!One incident
that no one among our batch can ever forget is what we still call as COUGHING
DAY.When we fool around with teachers it is understandable but when we do same with the
school principal, we have guts----YA SURE...! Guts we had.We wew in the last year of our
schooling when our principal out of respect for class teacher decided to take our history
classes. so there we were the naughtiest class sitting in silence and trying hard to act decent in
front of the principal.For 3 days we did succeed in doing that but then we got bored of acting
so nice,more then we were frustrated by the way our principal taught.one day we observed
that when one of our classmate wea coughing,SIR would stop until he stopped coughing.
There devil mind of our friend started working again. So from the next day began our dialy
ritual of coughing our hearts out(afterall we were kids).our principal tried to adjust for week
with our persistant coughing and sneezing but ultimately he complained to our class teacher
{imagine a school principal complaining to the schhol teacher that students dnt let him
teach}.so the next day our teacher got all of us some anti allergy tablets and warned us all not
to catch cold...!

College Life
Fortunately my thrist for knowledge did not come to an end. When i was in my secondary
school i was passionate about science and general knowledge. College life is a bound free
life. Here nobody is behind anybody for doing class. Nobody is there to see who is bunking
and where they are thats why amdist all fun of bunking there lies a responsibility of every
student to understand that how much loss or gain they are doing to themselves. My
experience in college, particularly the zoolgy class has offered me to gain more knowledge
about the variety of living organisms.

In summary, my college life enriched my life in many ways .it provided me

with the necessary tools to enhance my skills more taught me valuable knowledge about this
diverse world and living organisms. We had excellent course curriculum and faculty
members. It is my firm belief that education is the best way to boost up young minds and it
can only be imparted in a good environment having prosperous thinking. My college has all
what it takes...!
Being a victim of oppression
Of course I understand that life is not just a bed of roses and challenges, hardships are an
integral part of life. One of the tragedy I had to face was the martyrdom of my friend cum
brother. Being a brotherless girl he was more than my own brother but destiny had
something else for both of us. It was the sunny day on 29th june 2010, Kashmir was on boil
with RAGDA RAGDA AGITATION, curfew was imposed everywhere. We were caged in our
homes. It was around 1pm that my cellphone buzzered with message tone, it was the text
from SHUJAT-UL-ISLAM and our conversation started:-

SHUJAT:- Asalaam u alaikum, beni cha mea theak (Peace be upon you; Is my sister fine)

ME:-Walaikum asalaam.shukur,tueh chiw theak (Peace be upon you also . I am fine. Are you
fine)

SHUJAT:- Aa pakaan.halaat cha theak(yah going, howx situation)

ME:-Curfew chu chopair(itx curfew everywhere)

SHUJAT:-Adsa ti be gasow nebr taam( ok then il go outside)

ME:-Ma gasiw behiw ghari( DNT GO.SIT AT HOME)

AND from then till now I am still waiting for his reply

It were late hours that I came to know about the situation going worst in whole Kashmir
against the killing of three innocent boys at ISLAMABAD.I called up Shujat just to know
about his well being but there was no respond from his side and finally it was around 12.30
am that someone received my call before I could utter a single word. Someone spoke
SHUJAT GOW SHAHEED (SHUJAT HAS BEEN MARTYRED).I was shivering with tears
not knowing how to react. I Just collapsed and did not know what happened with me for next
three days. I never knew this day was going to change our lives forever. He achieved what he
desired but for me everyone was like my enemy because I lost the one whom I loved and
respected more than my own brother. It was then only by the grace of ALLAH that I came out
of that shock. The only thing that keeps on punching my soul was that i was not able to see
him once; I kept on wishing to see him either as a shadow or as a dream. Regrets and wishes
are probably there too but memories of Shujat will be lasting forever...!
 EK AAH BHARI HOGI HUM NE NA SUNI HOGI-JATY JATY TUMNE AWAAZ TOU DI HOGI

HAR WAQT YEHI HAI GHAM USS WAQT KAHA THY HUM-KAHAN TUM CHALE GAYE

My Goals
An old saying goes a life with a goal is the life in whole

As a Muslim the only purpose and goal of my life is worshipping ALLAH by accepting
ALLAHS will over my own wills. As Islam teaches to treat this life as a test or trial and not
accepting death as the end of everything but as a beginning of the final and lasting life in the
hereafter. I am striving hard to make both my world and hereafter life blessed with ALLAHS
mercy...!

Apart from this I am certain that my degree in convergent journalism will become my
ticket to a better tomorrow {InshaAllah}.I want to become a renowned journalist. So as to
achieve my goals i am trying to study hard and devote my free time to reading and watching
interviews with recognized specialists in the concerned field...!