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Gulam Akbar
After going through much in my life, I have learned the value of my family. For this reason, I cherish my children, Zaynah Islam and Mohammed Yaseen. They are my world and I dedicate my life to them. But it was not always this way. My story begins in my native Bangladesh, I was born in a town called Moulvibazar, Sylhet. In my early years, my father decided the economic growth of the UK would lead to his family having a better life. The challenge of starting a new life must have been substantial especially considering my relatively large family when we relocated. At the time, I was the youngest son and fourth child. The time spent with my two brothers and two sisters back in those days is unforgettable. In 1983, I moved out of my step-brother&#8217;s house in Cardiff to London, and this has been home ever since. My time in primary school was largely unremarkable but secondary school days were fantastic. It was a time of no responsibilities, no difficulties and no worries. Being a brand-aware teenager in London, I spent much of my resources on fashion, much of my time with friends and much of my attention on girls. Having little else left for studies, I graduated with four GCSEs in history, English language, English literature and biology from North Westminster Community School. My carefree lifestyle continued throughout my late teens when I enrolled for a Diploma in Business and Finance in 1992 in Hammersmith &amp; West London College. Aside from committing time to the classroom, I continued to pursue girls romantically, became engulfed by Bangra music and started to dabble in Asian gang culture. The memories I have for this period never fail to bring a smile to my face. As the years passed, I realised that responsibility is a bull that must be held by both hands. It is this conviction that pushed me to pursue my quest to be an English language teacher, even though I was in the depths of depression. I was awarded the certificate in English language teaching to adults (CELTA) from the College of North East London. I am currently sharing my life with my second wife, Sezi Akhtar Sheju, whom I married in Bangladesh, Moulvibazar in April 2010. Her innocence and patience makes me realise that I am a very fortunate person, in spite of my troubles. To her, I dedicate my future and my love. I am currently living with my mother, Maya Begum, whom I treasure for being my rock throughout the years. I cannot call this piece complete without mentioning my younger sister, Shanara Begum, and my nieces, Khadijah and Jannah, and my nephew, Raffat. My love goes to you all.