My name is Zahid wali bakhtawar and I grew up on a farm in Pakistan with my family of nine. Life was simple. The vast fields bore witness to our curiosity, and as kids, we often took to the expansive backyard for our adventures. As we got older we worked the land we lived on. It demanded tilling, planting, caring, fertilizing, and harvesting. To repeat the process, it demanded rest. I learned there is no other way to successfully farm than by obeying the rules of the land. Infractions of these rules meant poor harvest or poor crops, and we knew having either meant scrimping in the next season.
My siblings and I participated in the farming. Though for many days a week we would leave the farm to attend school. Soon we found a rhythm between both our duties.
I quckly understood the importance of preparation, hard work, and respect. I applied these values to my endeavours by making an inventory of resources, planning my activities for efficiency, working on my goals every single day, and giving my body the necessary rest it needed to operate. My upbringing has completely supported my development and I am thankful for it.