When I was a little girl, whenever someone asked me what I would like to be in the future, I would answer “A pilot!”
And then everyone would laugh. This laughter was not because of my childish words; it was because I was a girl. As though girls could not be pilots. However, it was my dream. Whenever an airplane passed above me, I would close my eyes and imagine myself sitting in the cockpit.
And what a great gift I had… since my childhood I had drowned in my dreams. I had been living there. I had the chance to fly… though in my dreams. When I closed my eyes, I was above oceans. It was as if I was not in my bed lying under a short ceiling. What a blessing it was to be able to experience anything before reaching it.
Every day my imagination would revive the passion of flying in me. I was living in my dreams, and dreams are nothing except what can be seen. When you deeply believe in something and see it while it is not there yet, that thing will come true.
My dream came true after 20 years. I failed many times to achieve this dream. There was not even a pilot school in our town where I could study aviation. And in the best, if there was a pilot school, it would not admit girls at that time. However, it was my dream. It was mine and it had to come true… It was time for me to forsake my room and fly over the skies. It was then that a pilot got in my way; a pilot who would train regardless of gender and university classes.
And then I achieved my dream for the first time inside a cockpit. I received hours of training, and this time I really flew above the skies. Now I am a woman who can pilot a giant plane for hours and from that height wave at those who one day laughed at her dream.