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I look at the educational gap in my country, I suffer at trying to travel across this gap and I think about my teachers, the faculty who had the authority, the power, the capability to push us harder, to make us do better. to at least recommend us some books to make our brains better than the lazy goofs we are right now. 
I think about all those hours of Islamic studies and Pakistan studies lectures which were nothing but cramped rote learning.
They had the power to at least arrange a seminar weekly or maybe monthly. I look around and realize I can't even bridge the educational gap in my own country, how am I supposed to survive the international studies.
How am I supposed to survive the self-esteem issues that would accompany all this? how all this will shatter my confidence, probably shade my abilities too.






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