#Top #earn @activity @waterandfire08 g/studio "From Dust…
14 reactions
#Top #earn
"From Dust to the Top"
I remember the days
when our house was small
and our pockets were even smaller.
The nights were long,
and sometimes the lamp was dim,
but my mother’s voice was always bright:
"Study, my child… books will open doors."
She held hope in her tired hands,
hands that worked from dawn to night.
When the world looked heavy and unfair,
she placed a book in front of me
like a quiet promise
that tomorrow could be kinder than today.
There were days when hunger
sat beside me while I studied,
and the road to school felt endless.
But my mother’s faith walked with me,
step by step, page by page,
until dreams slowly began to breathe.
Years passed like storms that refused to stop,
yet I kept walking through the rain.
And one day, the boy from a poor home
held a Master’s degree in his hands—
not just a paper,
but the victory of a mother’s sacrifice.
Now I stand in a classroom,
chalk in my hand and hope in my voice.
When I look at my students,
I see the same dreams I once carried.
And in every lesson I teach,
I quietly thank the woman
who taught me how to rise.
"From Dust to the Top"
I remember the days
when our house was small
and our pockets were even smaller.
The nights were long,
and sometimes the lamp was dim,
but my mother’s voice was always bright:
"Study, my child… books will open doors."
She held hope in her tired hands,
hands that worked from dawn to night.
When the world looked heavy and unfair,
she placed a book in front of me
like a quiet promise
that tomorrow could be kinder than today.
There were days when hunger
sat beside me while I studied,
and the road to school felt endless.
But my mother’s faith walked with me,
step by step, page by page,
until dreams slowly began to breathe.
Years passed like storms that refused to stop,
yet I kept walking through the rain.
And one day, the boy from a poor home
held a Master’s degree in his hands—
not just a paper,
but the victory of a mother’s sacrifice.
Now I stand in a classroom,
chalk in my hand and hope in my voice.
When I look at my students,
I see the same dreams I once carried.
And in every lesson I teach,
I quietly thank the woman
who taught me how to rise.
3
3
2
| 78,000 mlx | |
| 23 | |
| 14 |
comments
Thanks your story is a heart breaking story., but keep trying who knows Allah will nearly bless you soon .,
1
1
1
1
1