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Touch The World – Make A Difference

By Pervez Saleem
Farah Khan
Mahsab Mirza

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.” Nelson Mandela
“Courage to me is doing something daring, no matter how afraid, insecure, intimidated, alone, unworthy, incapable, ridiculed or whatever other paralyzing emotion you might feel. Courage is taking action….no matter what. So you’re afraid? Be afraid. Be scared silly to the point you’re trembling and nauseous, but do it anyway!”
Courage is about learning how to function despite the fear, to put aside your instincts to run or give in completely to the anger born from fear. Courage is about using your brain and your heart when every cell of your body is screaming at you to fight or flee—and then following through on what you believe is the right thing to do.”
“Courage isn’t having the strength to go on – it is going on when you don’t have strength.”
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'”

A True of courage and determination
Introducing Muniba Mazari

Muniba Mazari, often referred to as the ‘Iron Lady of Pakistan’, is a symbol of courage, resilience and conviction, and her journey is extraordinary. She is, in fact, a mother, a prominent artist, an activist for women’s rights and people of determination, a motivational speaker, Pakistan’s first wheelchair-bound female TV host, and so much more!

Undaunted by Life’s Tragedies and thriving against the odds

Muniba Mazari was merely 21 when a tragic car accident left her paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors told her she would never be able to walk again, nor would she be able to become a mother. Despite being shattered inside out, Muniba decided not to let her disability define her. She was determined to pursue her dreams with passion, and she worked towards it. Today, Muniba has achieved everything she was told she could not.

The Iron Lady of Pakistan

Muniba Mazari has been recognized globally for her hard work and her unwavering commitment to the humanitarian issues she believes in. Besides addressing women’s rights, gender equality and inclusivity, she has widely used her platform to talk about mental health, diversity and the importance of challenging societal norms. Muniba’s art works have been displayed at prestigious galleries the world over and she is a much sought after motivational speaker, in addition to being the goodwill ambassador of UN Women Pakistan. Muniba Mazari stands out as a powerful symbol of the invincible human spirit.

Every inspirational picture conceals a hidden tale of unceasing suffering, unwavering perseverance, and resolve. Some people in the world, with a huge smile on their face, battle an invisible struggle inside of themselves all the time. They never cry and they are not disabled. They never complained. These folks are what I referred to as warriors since they are more adept at enjoying life to the fullest and finding their own path than those who merely exist.


On my way from Baluchistan to my birthplace of Raheem Yar Khan, I was involved in an automobile accident. The car went into the ditch while the driver was sleeping. I was injured in this accident in a number of ways. Don’t be alarmed; the list is not that short. The arm on the right was broken. There were fractures to the collar and shoulder bones. Liver and lungs suffered severe damage. The entire rib cage sustained damage. However, it was the spinal cord damage that fundamentally altered both my personality and my quality of life. My back’s three vertebrae were totally shattered. We were unable to locate an ambulance in Baluchistan for about an hour. I was then hurled into the Pothohar Jeep’s rear. I was rushed to the hospital that was close by. I discovered in the jeep that half of the body was paralyzed and the other half was shattered. We were taken to a hospital that was close by. We discovered there was no first aid, and I was ejected. Upon visiting a different hospital in my hometown, the doctor advised me to take her away as they were unable to operate on her. “Why,” I questioned. and they declared, “She will die in any case; we don’t have any equipment.” I was driven away from that place. However, I was eventually admitted to Karachi’s Comparative Bureau Hospital. Fortunately, I wasn’t expelled from that place. I’m probably still here because of it. I so spent two and a half months at that hospital. I had two minor and three major procedures. My arm and backbone have been heavily implanted with metal by the physicians. I now feel like an iron lady more than ever. However, I had an awful two and a half months in the hospital.


I so spent two and a half months at that hospital. I had two minor and three major procedures. My arm and backbone have been heavily implanted with metal by the physicians. I now feel like an iron lady more than ever. However, I had an awful two and a half months in the hospital.

I was in excruciating physical and mental suffering. Many, even very close ones, left. When I needed them the most, the people who were meant to be with me the most left. I was in full despair; there was no purpose, no meaning, no color to existence. I had had enough of the white scrub sitting around doing nothing but staring at the white walls. I was sobbing for people who were not intended to be with me, but I soon understood that I really didn’t want to live. And for the legs I no longer have. There are those close to me who wish to see me survive. There is so much for which I am grateful. It’s useless to continue crippling and complaining, so let’s go on.

The painting I did in the hospital with my malformed hand was the best choice I have ever made in my life. That’s how I adjust the hues in my existence devoid of color. That’s how facing difficulties enabled me to discover my inner artist. That’s how this whole trip via the art kept me alive. After that, I was sent to Islamabad, where I spent the next two years confined to my room. due to the fact that I experienced several pressure ulcers and infections.


During the course of these two years and two and a half months, I have been bedridden and have done nothing. Art was the only thing that kept me alive. The ability to convey oneself without using a single word is what makes painting such a magnificent medium.

But the day when I get to utilize a wheelchair for the very first time. I was a completely different person. When I glanced in the mirror, I distinctly remember thinking to myself, “You cannot wait for a miracle to come and make you walk,” You are impatient for the sense of therapy because of its exorbitant expense. You cannot cry in the corner of the room and ask for sympathy. given that individuals are time-pressed. The only thing I could do was accept myself as I was, as quickly as possible. That’s the action I took. To become financially independent is my aim. Let’s handle this appropriately. I went to work seeking for a job. We are looking for a content writer, according to a Facebook status that my close buddy found. All I can say is, “I wish I could”. I got the job as a content writer for Pakistan’s first official websites after that interview. The late Salman Taseer served as the CEO. That’s how I started off in my professional career. I was getting stronger and steadier in my finances. The content writer performed a fantastic job. I frequently had my artwork on display in galleries. I was doing quite well as an artist. My life was basic, but I was never satisfied because I was constantly aiming high and thinking big. I didn’t know how I was going to do this. But one day, I’m confident I’ll accomplish something noteworthy. But I have no doubt that I will one day make a big contribution to the country and its people.

I’ve seen the image from the polio campaign poster before. The picture of the little kid from a very low-income family, sitting in a wheelchair, with his father sobbing next to him while pleading with parents to give their kids polio shots. If not, they will begin to look like him. The advertisement struck me square in the gut. I’m broken by how the boy was objectified as an album of anguish, pain, sympathy, lifelessness, and emptiness. Such a false portrayal, highlighting how individuals with disabilities are portrayed in the media. We’ve been given that name. That was the day I made the decision to change how others perceived me as someone who uses a wheelchair.

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