Fozia Khan lay on her Charpoy under the open sky. The night in the Tank district was still. From far away came the sound of frogs near the water channel, and sometimes a dog barked in the distance. The moonlight made her face even more beautiful, and her eyes stayed open, full of thoughts. She was not thinking about sleep. She was thinking about her future, life and the people around her. She wanted to become a doctor, not for pride or money but to bring change to her village. Whenever floods came, people were trapped. Women suffered the most. There were no schools, no clinics, no bridge to cross the heavy water. Many pregnant women lost their babies on the way to the hospital. Some never reached it at all. Fozia wanted to stop these stories of pain. She wanted to be the one who could save lives. She…
