The day when my dreams came true .

I was then aged 8.  My primary school was a 10 min walk away from my home at that time. So each day my father would bring me to school. Every single day , he is the one who would walk with me , give advice in the early hours. So as we were walking my father would ask me to say some things which he asked me to repeat after him.

First he would teach me some sentences like this :

I am very smart.
I am the top student.
Everyone in my class likes me , my teachers , my relatives and all .
All my dreams will come true.
I am studying well.

And more self motivating sentences like that. That i will ask him , dad why must say this ? I am talking to myself , how is that good?

Than he said , no son you're not talking to yourself, you're sub-consciously talking to your mind. For the first 3 days i didnt really give importance. But slowly my father words started inspiring me , and slowly i could visualize the things which i was talking , i could feel it.

So after the 3 days i would really talk to myself , and feel it. As each day passed by , my believe was getting stronger. And i could feel it physically , the teachers were caring towards me , i had many friends. I was selected as the model pupil for february for having outstanding behaviour . :)


And when i went home i will also put in my effort to study. Like my father would go out to work , and mum will be busy with other stuff , so i took the self initiative to study. They would buy for me assesment books and do their part and my part was to study.

So after many months at November , the teacher said she was going to announce the first 3 positions of the class and the model pupil of the year.

So she started writing on the board :

FIRST IN CLASS : Muhammad Ahshik .

As she was writing the Muhammad part of my name , i still thought it wasnt me as there were 3 other 'Muhammads' in my class. But than in the end of writing the name , i realised it was me . So i went home and told my parents, both of themm thought i was just joking and playing. They didnt believe me.

A week passed and they issued the consent letter to attend the prize giving ceremony. That is when they really believed me !

My father was so proud, he congratulated me and along with that made me feel that the power of talking sub consciouslty to your mind is very important. I believed in myself, i felt the feelings and soon my dreams became a reality.



So friends , we have to learn how to believe in ourselves. From today , let us start talking to our minds. Let us connect with our mind and make it happen. Give it a try , it works ! , My story is a example. :))

Cheers :)