Dreams of a Girl

Ever since I was a little girl,

I dreamed of wearing that khaki uniform

the one that stands for justice, courage, and pride.

I wanted to become a D.I.G in Pakistan Police,

to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves,

to be a voice for the silent.

But one day, they said to me,

“Why do you need to study? You’re a girl.

You can’t become a D.I.G.”

That one sentence felt like someone shattered my heart.

All my dreams — the ones I had built with love and hope —

suddenly seemed too heavy to carry.

I still remember the smell of my school books,

the sound of chalk on the board,

and the warmth of my teacher’s smile.

But that day… everything disappeared.

They stopped me from studying.

They took away my books —

and with them, a part of who I was.

Every night, I cried quietly under my blanket.

Because dreams don’t die with noise…

they fade away in silence.

But deep inside, a small flame kept burning.

Even when the world said “No,”

my heart whispered “One day, I will.”

Years passed.

I learned to hide my pain behind a smile,

to stay silent when my soul wanted to scream.

But that fire — the one they tried to put out —

kept breathing inside me.

And today, when I see a woman officer

standing tall in that same khaki uniform,

my heart says,

“That could have been me.”

But you know what?

It still can be.

Because dreams never die —

they just wait for courage to find them again.

One day, I will wear that uniform.

Not just for myself,

but for every girl in Pakistan

who was told she couldn’t. 🇵🇰✨

Because we can.

And we will. 💫