Inam Ullah

What My School Never Taught Me About Myself

What My School Never Taught Me About Myself by (inam khan) I still remember the humming fluorescent lights, the rigid rows of desks, the smell of pencil shavings and disinfectant. I was a quiet student—too quiet, they’d whisper in parent-teacher meetings. I never raised my hand, not because I didn’t know the answer, but because I was afraid my mouth would open wrong, that my words wouldn’t sound like everyone else’s.