I still remember the night I sat on my bed crying quietly, staring at the rejection email from a university in Canada. It was the fourth rejection that year. I had applied to several institutions for my master’s degree abroad, Canada, the UK, the Netherlands, but all I kept getting was silence or rejection.
At some point, I started to believe maybe it just wasn’t meant for me. But deep down, I knew I was qualified. I had good grades, a decent resume, and strong recommendation letters. So why wasn’t I moving forward? Something felt off, like every door I knocked on was shut before I even touched it. to read more click here
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