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My role model is my Maternal uncle (Mamu)


I was born into a lower class family, the financial condition of my family was not good. My father's income was meager, in such situation it was becoming difficult for me to continue my study,but on the other hand I was keenly interested to continue my studies.

My family was to some extent worried about my future. From childhood I was the person of different attitude, my philosophy and strategy was completely different. It was very bad time for me and my family. But Almighty allha has solution for every problem. What God will no frost can kill.

Meanwhile my maternal uncle ( Mamu ) asked me to visit his home. When I went there I resembled in good environment,then he adopted me temperory. My Mamu made everything possible for me , he full filled my wishes and desires ,he never let me felt what my status was. My Mamu is my hero , because he has inspired me throughout my life, whenever I feel down , upset and even when I was in bad circumstances, he always makes me feel better.

I have always admired him for his good ideas and his attitude. He always has a solution for my problems and I feel very comfortable to share the most personal things of my life with him. One more quality I like most about him and that is," he is humorous, often we crack funny jokes and he makes things less boring.

He is not only my maternal uncle, he is my guide, friend and teacher too. He taught me from nursery upto 5th standard. Besides he is a good teacher, he usually inspires his students.

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