I tried climbing for the first time as an 8-year-old on a school trip and got up half a wall. I didn’t think it was anything to write home about, but my teacher was crying, she didn’t expect me to reach that far. I was a pretty weak girl and missing my right arm below the elbow. At 13 I had another climb, this time, I found it exhilarating, the instructor was showing me a belief I didn’t have in myself and I was thriving on it. I wanted to take up the sport properly but I was still facing barriers, I’m a girl, not strong, missing an arm, a Muslim, climbing really isn’t for me.