Saffy Yousaf

Growing up in the ’90s was a distinct experience, filled with unique challenges and unexpected blessings. As the sixth of seven siblings, life was a mix of shared resources and individual adventures. Limited TV access meant I didn’t always get my choice of shows, and meals were simple, with sweets being a rare treat earned from a lucky penny at the corner shop. Fashion was basic, with hand-me-downs being the norm, saved for special occasions like Eid or when the sales racks offered a gem. My early experiences in imaging and modeling are filled with unique memories, each adding a layer to my understanding of the world.

One vivid memory is the day our house burnt down—a mystery still unsolved, with the culprit brother remaining unknown. Too young to fully grasp the gravity, I recall standing at the bottom of the stairs, sensing the surrounding panic. That evening, our neighbor’s kitchen floor became our dining room, a testament to community support. This family has always been close to ours, and one of my best friends, whom I love for his loyalty, kindness, and brutal honesty, is part of that family. While the fire’s trauma didn’t significantly affect me directly, I’m sure it left lasting scars on my family. Emotional affection was rare; hugs and kisses were scarce. However, I am forever grateful for being nourished, cared for, and feeling safe.

At eight, witnessing my father’s attack by a racist thug during a National Front event was a turning point. The memory of arguing with my siblings over cheese and onion crisps moments before the attack is stark. Experiencing racism at such a young age was traumatizing, and I’ll never forget the fear and unsettling feeling of seeing my father attacked. This event instilled in me a lifelong commitment to standing up against injustice. School was often enjoyable, and my outgoing nature helped me thrive. I excelled in math, dance, and drama. One bizarre experience was staging a kidnapping to raise funds for a new play structure. It was only later that I realized how extreme this was. Chosen as a volunteer, I remember wearing a disguise, tying up a man, and demanding a cheque, which made local news. Looking back, it made me question the methods used but also appreciate the unique experiences I had.

I was a gifted child, often placed in the higher-achieving group at school. I excelled in tests and enjoyed reading “The Hobbit” to the class. I was considered for a private education scholarship, but I missed the exam due to a family trip to Pakistan for my siblings’ weddings. The trip was eye-opening, exposing me to a modest lifestyle and the challenges of rural living. While I believe I would have been awarded the scholarship, I am grateful for the experiences and lessons I learned. Every child faces their own unique challenges, and I am grateful for growing up without computers, enjoying simple pleasures like pencils and crayons.

Growing up in the ’90s, amidst a backdrop of both vibrant cultural shifts and personal challenges, forged a resilient core within me. Navigating the complexities of a bustling household, where diverse personalities and experiences converged, taught me the art of compromise and the importance of clear communication. Witnessing unexpected acts of kindness from neighbors and community members during difficult times illuminated the power of human connection and the enduring spirit of generosity. Even confronting prejudice and discrimination, while painful, instilled in me a deep sense of empathy and a commitment to fighting for equality.

These moments, both big and small, have woven into the fabric of who I am today. I carry forward the lessons learned, appreciating the strength forged in adversity and the unwavering support of those who believed in me. The simple joys of childhood – laughter shared with siblings, the thrill of discovering new music, and the comfort of a warm meal – remain vivid reminders of the beauty that can be found even in the midst of hardship.

While my childhood wasn’t always easy, it instilled in me a deep sense of gratitude for the simple things and a commitment to making a positive impact on the world. I strive to approach each day with a spirit of resilience, knowing that I have the strength to overcome challenges and the capacity to create a brighter future for myself and others. The ’90s may be long gone, but the lessons I learned during those formative years continue to guide me on my journey.”