I was going through a few pictures today from the past that brought back the memories of The Humphrey Year. It was the year 2012 when I was accepted for The Hubert H. Humphrey ( HHH) Fellowship. The HHH fellowship is the U.S. State Department’s program, offered to the mid-career professionals. I exactly had five-years in the field of broadcast journalism when I applied for the HHH fellowship. I vividly remember the time when I would work on the fellowship’s application. I didn’t want to share it with anybody as I was not sure if I would even be shortlisted for the interview. I filled out the application and submitted it clandestinely. Not only was I selected for the interview, but I was also able to receive the fellowship for the year 2012-13. There were two journalists from Pakistan selected that year, and I was one of the two. The success in the guise of the HHH fellowship didn’t just happen, rather I got it after a few rejections of other fellowships I applied for in the past.
Before getting the HHH fellowship, I would actively apply for any fellowship I thought I would get. There was not even one rejection but quite a few as I recall now. I was disappointed, frustrated, and clueless as none of the reasons behind the rejection made any sense. You know that is the most interesting yet intriguing facet of rejection. The more you probe into it, the more perturbed you become, especially if its recent. The rejection blinds us from reviewing the reasons behind it. That phase of going through a rejection soon after it happened can either make or break you. How you respond to it, its upto you. Nobody is going to give you a guideline or tips on how to handle it. It is something that you have to deal on your own. I would relate it to a type of grief where you have to devise a strategy on your own to overcome it.
This is what I did after being rejected from several professional fellowships. First, I asked myself why it was so important for me to seek a professional overture like a fellowship. This one question led me to a trajectory of working on the basic requirement to receive any fellowship, and that was experience. I certainly lacked experience, expertise, and skills, the basic requirements for the fellowships I applied for. Second, I stopped applying for any fellowship until I met the requirements stated on the fellowship’s website. All these factors helped me realize and review the rejections by admitting my own weaknesss. This exposed me to the reality of how to apply in the future for the HHH fellowship with confidence and an open mind. The break from not applying to any othe fellowships as I wanted to do it right the next time gave a little confidence. More importantly, just admitting what I lacked was quite a liberating experience. It helped me to grow in many areas that I lacked. For example, building new skills in my field was a stepping stone in my application for the HHH fellowship.
Rejection can be an opening, a new start or an end. But, whatever choice you opt for, make sure, its strengthening you. For, we are not defined by rejections or even acceptance to anything. It is what we do with any rejection or acceptance.


I woke up just like any other day early this morning. Holidays don’t make much difference since Gus, our pitbull has the schedule of going out early in the morning.

My eldest brother sent me this picture couple of days ago. This is my childhood picture, I think I was around 5 years old when this picture was taken. It’s one of my late father’s photography . When he started doing photography in 1970s, it was mostly black and white.Just looking at the picture, and the way it was taken, one call tell how great photographer he was.
It was a beautiful Church Service last Sunday. The service was filled with uplifting worship songs, heart-warming children’s story, and an impactful message by Pastor Ann Conklin.

The Matisko kids did not only sing, but few of them shared their personal stories as well. The feeling of abandonment and not being loved did not deter those children from achieving big things in life. Those young kids with their small words and touching stories were teaching great lessons to the audience. One of those lessons was to be thankful to God for all the good, and even bad times as those bad times make us stronger.