Happy Golden Jubilee Mamma Jani

Biography of Mrs. Sadaf Kamran

The Lady of Iron, Hope, and Inspiration
By: Dania Ansari (her younger daughter)

 

 

Early Days and Family Roots

There was a place called Kashmore in Pakistan, and on a bright day, May 29th, 1975, Allah blessed the home of Inam Ullah Khan and Iqbal Jahan with their youngest child—their sweetheart daughter, their sixth and most precious child, Sadaf Kamran.

Those were tough times for Pakistan and the whole region. My nana abbo was a strong man who had worked under Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah himself and faced many hardships—including being imprisoned in Bangladesh for some time. This wasn’t just a story; it’s our real family history. Later, the family moved from Kashmore to Multan, then Sadiqabad, and then Ahmedpur Sharqia, where my mamma attended school from grades 1 to 5.

In her middle school years, from grades 6 to 8, she studied in Kotla Musa Khan, and she completed her matriculation at Comprehensive Girls School . Even though her family moved a lot because of my nana abbo’s job, education was always a priority. After intermediate, she completed her degree in Political Science from Government Degree College for Women, Bahawalpur.

Hardships and Responsibilities

In the mid-1990s, our family faced heavy losses. In 1995, my nani ammi passed away, and my mamma’s elder sister my khala ammi, got married. This left my mamma as the only lady in the house, with three brothers and her father. Soon after, my nana abbo’s health deteriorated, and on August 7, 1998, he passed away. It was a very hard time. There was grief, but no time to pause.

Just a week later, on August 14, 1998, my mamma married my father, Mr. Mohmmad Kamran Iqbal Ansari.

Early Married Life and Struggles

After marriage, my mamma’s in-laws were going through tough times too. They had lost their business and were forced to sell property to cover debts. Despite these difficulties, she stood strong and supported my father.

To help with the family’s financial situation, she started teaching a little. After my elder sister Areej Ansari was born in August 1999, my mamma completed a one-year Montessori Directress course from Gulshan Montessori, finishing in 2000.

Soon after, we moved to Gulshan-e-Umari—our hometown—and a new chapter began.

The Teaching Journey

My mamma started working as a Montessori teacher at Roshan Public School (RPS) in 2002, earning 4,000 to 5,000 PKR. In May 2003, I was born (I’m Dania Ansari, her younger daughter), and naturally, she took a break from work.

She returned in 2005 as a primary teacher at RPS and then progressed year by year:

• 2006: Teacher of Class 2
• 2007: Teacher of Class 3
• 2008: Class teacher for Class 6 and Urdu teacher for Class 7
• 2009–2015: Class teacher of senior secondary classes up to Matric (Class 10)

In 2013, the school building was sold by Ma’am Shama to Ma’am Yezdani. The school was renamed White House Grammar School (WHGS), part of a well-known Karachi school chain.

A Mamma and Wife Beyond Compare

As a mamma and wife, my mamma is nothing short of extraordinary. She has been the heart and soul of our family—always juggling the demands of home, work, and the endless challenges life threw her way. When my father went to Dubai in 2007 to provide for us, she managed everything alone, holding the family together with incredible strength and love.

She worked tirelessly to raise my appiya and me, nurturing us with patience, values, and endless care. Even with her busy schedule, she never let the housework, cooking, or family responsibilities slip. Her home was always full of warmth and comfort, and her kitchen was where we found love served in every meal.

Her sacrifices were countless — putting her own dreams on hold so that we could have a better life and education. She’s the quiet force that kept us moving forward, teaching us resilience by example.

The Support System

Throughout her journey, my father was her biggest support. Although he left for Dubai in 2007 to earn a better living, the struggle wasn’t easy for any of us. He came back only for short visits: 2010, 2012, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2018, and his last in January 2021 before he passed away in February 2022.

My mamma’s sisters-in-law (the nanden) are also very supportive, especially after my father’s passing, when they helped care for the family.

Leadership and Achievements

In 2018, my mamma resigned as the coordinator of the secondary section and class teacher for matric at WHGS but was recalled in November to serve as principal of the North Karachi campus. She worked hard to bring new life to the school and resigned in 2020 due to serious health issues—a throat infection that lasted months and made commuting difficult.

She later briefly served as principal at Al Aira Islamic School in 2020 but left due to personal and health reasons.

In January 2023, in a beautiful full-circle moment, she was called back to be principal of WHGS’s Gulshan-e-Umari campus, where her teaching journey had started in 2002.

The Woman Behind the Role

My mamma was also a champion volleyball player and scout trainer during her intercollege competitions. She once dreamed of higher education and clearing the civil service exams but put that aside to focus on family and her career.

She taught my sister and me religious values and cultural manners that have now earned us respect in the community, though the real credit always goes to her.

Her happiness never came from material things but from her family: her parents, husband, and daughters. She believes in facing life positively, never playing the victim, or crying over difficulties. She’s strong, practical, and graceful.

Awards and Recognitions

Here are some of the honors my dearest mamma received over the years:

• Event Organizer
• Best Discipline Incharge
• HRCA Best Principal
• Hardworking Student
• Best Coordinator
• Punctuality Award
• Innovative and Creative Mind at Exhibitions
• Most Cooperative
• Public Speaking
• Best Stall Presentation
• Women Guard Course
• Double Barrel (Best Shooter)
• Quick Racking (Military Drill)
• Best Debater
• Drama Participation
• Karate

The Real Struggle and Strength

We now live 70 km away from Karachi, but every day, my mamma travels back and forth to school. The students only see her strong, inspiring smile—they don’t see the struggles, the long commutes, the sacrifices she makes to help everyone around her.

She has been through more than 25 house moves, faced many hardships, yet never let anything break her spirit. She stayed steadfast for her family and continues to be their protector and pillar.

She is not a celebrity, but with her inspiring words and actions, she has built an empire of respect, trust, and love from students, teachers, and colleagues alike. So many former students and teachers still remember and appreciate her deeply.

Inspiration and Guiding Lights

Throughout her journey, my mother has drawn strength from remarkable individuals who shaped her life. Miss Shahla Iqbal’s wisdom, Miss Tayyaba Ateeq’s knowledge and grace, and Miss Aroosa Arshad’s patience and professionalism left lasting imprints on her character. These mentors, like figures, taught her to balance strength with kindness and approach every challenge with resilience.

A few more prominent names: Saba aunty, Miss Gull, Ma'am Mahrukh.

To this day, their lessons inspire her in her roles as a teacher, leader, and mother, making her the extraordinary woman we all look up to.

A Daughter’s Tribute

I want to say—I am so proud of you, Mamma. I am so proud to be your daughter. You are an exceptional mamma and a role model.

Whatever I am today or will be in the future is because of the confidence, trust, and values you and Baba gave me. The courage to step out of my comfort zone, the strength to keep going—all thanks to you.

You have always worked hard without ever losing sight of home. You cook amazing food, manage everything with grace, learned to drive in 2023, and now you rock the highways like a pro!

You are strong yet kind, tough but gentle, a true force to be reckoned with.

Final Words

No words can truly do justice to who you are, Mamma. I love you. This is not just from me, but from all of us—your daughters, your family.

Happy 50th birthday in 2025, Mamma. May Allah bless you with endless happiness and health.

You are truly heaven on earth.

A Special Place in Her Heart: The First Batch of Students

Among all the roles my mamma has played in life, being a teacher has been one of her greatest joys. And of all the students she taught over the years, her first batch at Roshan Public School (RPS) holds an especially dear place in her heart.

She always spoke about them with pride and affection, often recalling their quirks, talents, and achievements. These students were like her extended family, and sometimes, my sister and I would jokingly feel a little jealous of the love and attention they received. But the truth is, seeing how deeply she cared for her students made us even prouder of her.

If these students—her Irfana Tooba, Umer Rana, Abdul Haq Dashti, Shazaib, Jahanziab, Adil Sarki, Shayan Hashmi, Shahrukh Haroon, Arif Sarki, Hassan Sheikh, Zaheer, Abdul Mutlib, Fariha, Emala, Aleena, Momina, Muskan, Huzaifa, Hammas, Ayesha Zia, Fiza Silam, Shiza Sheikh, Tooba Imam, Sana Imam, Tauseef, Hamza, Hina, Ali Rana, Fiza Kashif, Maham Abbasi, Shayan Abbasi, Mehtab, Laiba Asif, Huamir Ali, Tooba Ali, Arafaz, Huma Ali, Shayan Athar, Abdullah Kah, Shehroz Safdar, Abeera Tanveer, Ariab, Rabia, Kashaf, and countless others—read this tribute, I hope they feel the love and gratitude my mamma holds for them.

My sister and I, having completed our education from the same school, can attest to how much effort and dedication she poured into her students. Each name carries a story, a memory, a bond that continues to shine in her heart to this day.

If any of you have words to share or wishes for her, I know it would mean the world to her. It would be like a circle of love and respect coming back to where it all began.

Please reach me out @DaniaTheAnsari the universal username at all the social media platform.