It is stated in Robert Kyosaki's' 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad' "Failure inspires winners, but failure defeats losers". Unfortunately, due to my country's drastic situations, We Afghans have been defeated and pushed, with many losing their trust and self-esteem due to the three or four decades of domestic war and conflict. In other words, the deteriorating conditions have driven many of us towards the margins of despair and we have been damaged harshly. The ongoing conflict as many Afghans has severely tarnished my life as well and I have gone through many cracks and downfalls till achieving my career goals from academic and professional perspectives. Being refugee to Pakistan due the to the hardship of war and leaving out my childhood land is one of the punitive tastes of my life. After the retreat of red forces(RUSS) form Afghanistan my family returned back to Afghanistan to start a peaceful life but once again domestic war started among the Afghan jihadi groups and very unfortunately I lost one of my younger brothers in those black-days of domestic war in a missile struck too. As a teenager after losing my younger brother life was so tough for us and my family everyday was challenged by famine as many others, yet we did not have any choice but to survive with the least we had in our hands. To sustain my family, I had to release my sheeps and lead them to grass lands everyday, and my only wish was when will be that day instead of leading my sheeps to grasses I, myself, to be leaded toward school. Thinking about school and having bag in my shoulders was like a daydream for me as a shepherd boy. My fortune star was looking dark and I did not have any idea of regarding my planet and globe as our shared village of humanity. Even if I had the opportunity of going to school it was too much risky, because of insecurity, threat and harassment. Unexpectedly the black days finished and the sun shines upon my land(Afghanistan) and fortunately it all has started in 2001. Thanks to the arrival of the international community collapsing the Taliban reign in Afghanistan so then I was able to go to school and have bag in my shoulders as many other students. Furthermore, I was not going to be a shepherd anymore since my father opened a restaurant in the city to sustain our family thanks to the mercy of my lord. Therefore my academic journey began and I joined a local school in Paghman District of Kabul Province. It was the first push of life I tasted, because it was a new environment with new people and a new voyage for a shepherd boy. I continued my elementary and secondary studies at that local school and as time went by I held the first position in all classes. I have been awarded and praised by my teachers and principle, because of my high ethics, talent and writing abilities. To continue this journey, my family decided to send me to Kabul City and join a more competitive and qualified academic school so from one side I will help my father in the restaurant affairs and from the other side I wi