It was the night of August 14. Children were waving flags in the street. I was standing on the roof thinking what to do for Pakistan? Suddenly the electricity went off. It got dark. Then mother said:
"Son! Light comes not only from light bulbs, but also from knowledge."
The next morning I decided. I will teach poor children for two hours a day. My dream is that one day every child of Pakistan will make the country famous by reading and writing. This will be my 14th August gift.