I am standing here, smiling, holding my project file like a trophy, but deep down, I am holding so much more every sleepless night, every moment of self doubt, every prayer whispered in quiet corners.This is not just a collection of pictures. It’s a story. A story of struggle, growth, and faith.Final year came with a weight I wasn’t fully prepared for. There were days when I felt like giving up, when the pressure of deadlines, corrections, and expectations made me question if I could actually pull through. But somehow, with God, and good people by my side, I did. We did.I am standing next to someone who’s been part of that journey not just a classmate, but someone who understands what this day really means. This person is not just a coursemate but a friend and a sister, because from the beginning of the journey even when we weren't closed she always showed up for me, even when carrying out my project practical she stood by me and help me in my field work.What baffles me most is that we are not of the same faith, meaning she's a Muslim and I am a Christian,God bless you Miss Samira.
Well It’s not just about presenting a project. It’s about everything we overcame to get here. From queuing to print documents, chasing our supervisors for corrections, down to encouraging each other when things felt like they were falling apart. There were times I thought I am not sure I can do this. But every time, I was reminded by friends, by mentors, by quiet inner strength that I could. And I’m glad I didn’t give up.This journey taught me more than any classroom ever could. It taught me resilience.
It taught me patience. It taught me to ask for help when I needed it and to offer it when I could. It showed me how important it is to have people who truly get you, who don’t need explanations, who stand with you in silence and in storm.Thie defense was emotional for me. Because behind the formal clothes and written pages are battles I fought silently. And today, I get to say I made it. We made it.To everyone still on the journey breathe. You’ll get there. It may not look like it now, but one day, you will stand like this smiling not just because it’s over, but because you are stronger than you thought.
To my fellow final year warriors we did this. And we didn’t do it alone.To those who stood by me thank you. To my future self never forget this feeling.
To God all glory.And to anyone reading this whatever your defense looks like in life, you’ll overcome it. One step at a time.
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