Farhad Tahir
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Year 14/28 – Section 3

My world is falling apart. No sport for 12 weeks: too much blood loss. 12 weeks with a plaster cast on my arm. The dream that I thought was crazy has been shattered. Farhad Tahir will definitely not be a footballer anymore - I was able to draw realistic conclusions even back then. Deeply saddened, I drift through life. One day, there is an announcement in the mosque: All I hear is that there will be an overnight stay at the Ginsheim mosque, and I am immediately excited. For those who don't know: Spending the night at the mosque means no parents. Only friends. Food and drink. 100% laughter guarantee. And if everything goes smoothly, the older ones watch a film with us. Wonderful. So my brother and I went. It turned out that we were participating in a seminar. It was a seminar by two editors from the community's television station: MTA International. During the seminar, I experience goosebumps that I still can't describe today. My momentum developed right there, because these gentlemen (Sultan and Nasir) taught us the principles of conceptualisation, recording and editing in a crash course. So if anyone has been reading along so far - the question that constantly preoccupied me was answered here. How do others see what you see yourself? Quite simply: film. So it was no coincidence that at the end of the seminar I received special praise for being extremely talented. The studio is located in Frankfurt, and since my father volunteered at the community centre every weekend anyway, we no longer had to sit bored in his office, but could spend our time learning in the television studio. That was the first turning point in my life. No coincidence. A blessing. Alhamdulillah. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I didn't want to leave this place for fear of missing out on developing myself. One of my mentors (Badar) asked me: 'Why do you want to do this?' Imagine a 14-year-old simply replying: 'To change the world. I want to be the best at it.' Badar laughed amusedly, patted me on the shoulder and said: 'You can do it, little one.'