I was born in a remote village called Shoilessori Mukh in Rangamati, Bangladesh—a place untouched by modern conveniences. There were no roads, no electricity, and no promise of opportunity. Boats were our lifeline, and education was a luxury few could afford. But amidst this simplicity, life was raw, beautiful, and full of wonder.

My childhood was spent climbing trees, leaping into rivers, and running wild with friends. At the age of six, my formal education began. The nearest school was nearly a mile away, and every day we climbed hills and crossed rugged paths to get there. It was tough, but we never questioned it; we were kids, and we had dreams, even if we didn’t know what they looked like yet.

At 11, my life took a dramatic turn. My parents made the brave decision to send me to a zilla school in Rangamati town for middle school. Leaving the comfort of my village to navigate the unknown city was overwhelming. I felt out of place, lost, and disconnected, but I adapted. Slowly, the boy from the hills began to find his footing.

Middle school brought new horizons. I discovered the thrill of extracurricular activities and joined the Scout Movement, even attending national boot camps. These experiences ignited a spark in me—a realization that I could achieve more than I had ever imagined.

After completing higher secondary school, I reached a milestone that felt almost impossible: admission to the  University of Chittagong, one of the most prestigious public universities in Bangladesh. For a boy from a village where no one had ever gone to university, this was nothing short of groundbreaking.

University life was a revelation. It wasn’t just about academics; it was about discovering who I was and what I could become. Through skill development, personal growth, and knowledge-sharing, I began to redefine my identity.

Today, as the first university student from my village, I carry a responsibility that’s bigger than myself. My journey has taught me that where you start doesn’t define where you can go.

From the hills of Shoilessori Mukh to the corridors of opportunity, my story is proof that even the most unlikely paths can lead to extraordinary destinations.