After school, I did a Bachelor degree in Psychology, which was quite unusual for a Hazara girl in Quetta at that time. But my father was a very broad-minded man. He told me to go and study whatever I wanted. Still, when I was ready to start a job he said it was time to go and get married. I was disappointed, but because of my culture I had to compromise.
I married a very well-known businessman of Quetta, and for cultural reasons, he also didn’t want me to work. We had enough money . . .