Capt. Faraz (@FlightCopilot) - My journey to becoming an Airline Pilot.

How it all began and how it is today. This is my story...

I was born in London but partially brought up in East Africa in Nairobi, Kenya. Like many others, I caught that aviation bug from a very young age. I Boarded a Boeing 747 Jumbo Jet with my father at the age of six on my way to London for a family holiday. It was at night and the whole cockpit was lit up with those analogue dials and buttons. I stood frozen as I glanced at the Pilots doing their work. It was love at first site. I was hooked and the next words that came out of my mouth were, “daddy, I want to be a pilot when I grow up!”

Throughout the years ahead, I would spend my weekends visiting the airports to see airplanes magically taking off into the skies. I was so amazed with the magic of flight and the fact that pilots were paid to do this job. I wanted is so badly that I even coloured four stripes on my school shirt so I looked like a pilot. Little did I know using a permanent marker pen meant trouble with my mum later! I remember often having a career chat with my father and no matter how many times I mentioned 'Airline Pilot' to him, he would jokingly respond by telling me,

"You can't be a pilot, you're useless in school! If you make it as a pilot, I will personally shake your hand one day!"

This was I guess his way of making me work harder at getting better grades at school. I remained focused throughout my years and just prior to starting my O-level equivalent college years, on August 7th, 1998, a terrorist bomb explosion shook the city of Nairobi.

At the time, the entire city went into vast confusion and panic but little did we know, the explosion was targeted at the U.S embassy where my father had worked for all his career as an accountant. I unfortunately lost my father in this tragic event and my life turned completely. Some months after the event, my aunt gifted me a few flying lessons to take my mind off things and for the first time in my life, I took control of a Cessna 172. The experience was incredible and I couldn't believe I was learning how to fly for real!

A year later, we moved back to London, England where I was to start a completely new life. I lost all my focus for the first part of my year there and had given up on any career or life goals. I got plenty of help from my new school teachers and friends at the time and at one point remembered what my father had said to me. I knew I had to break free from that sorrow and prove to him that his son was capable of achieving this dream of becoming a pilot. I started working hard in school again, took a few flying lessons at my local flying club and started to visit pilot career shows at London Heathrow airport. I had become very good friends with a British Airways B747 pilot who I met on board the aircraft when I revisited Africa for my fathers U.S embassy memorial service. He was my new mentor in life and this truly boosted me so much to keep my focus and dreams alive. We would often talk and he would guide me throughout on what to work on and how to practise for my future British Airways sponsored pilot scheme. It was all going well until 9/11 happened in America. The whole world came to its feet and I was straight away taken back to my fathers incident.

The airline/aviation industry suffered severely and the cadet pilot schemes were all stopped until further notice. I felt I was back to where I started my journey from and my dream of becoming a pilot fading away. Terrorism was the blame for all this yet again! I almost gave up entirely but realised this meant I lose and the bad people who did all this win. I was not willing to live with that thought and regret in my life and every time I felt fallen, the words, "If you make it as a pilot, I will personally shake your hand one day!" would echo in my ears.

As the industry was in financial crisis, I decided to temporarily pursue a bachelors degree in Airline Management. This would keep me in an aviation environment and interest and would mean I had some sort of back-up education or career plan just in case. Over the 3 years at university, I got back up and decided to continue my mission in becoming a pilot. I flew endless hours using Microsoft flight simulator to practise and learn, carried on visiting any career open days and exhibitions and networked with industry airline pilots to stay ahead of the game. Some airlines had started to re-open cadet pilot schemes but due to the financial situation, it meant you would have to pay the full cost of flight training even if successfully selected. The cost was more than $100k for a full time integrated flight training course and I knew I didn't have even a fraction of those funds. Despite that, I still applied to all and every scheme that was advertised because one thing I knew was the selection itself was free as long as I could pay for travelling and hotel costs. This was worth the experience because the competition to pass such schemes was immense as after thousands of applications, the airline would only take a handful of cadets! I had 3 years until my university degree was completed and I attended several schemes in that period. I learnt and developed so much after each one that towards the end, I was almost always reaching the final few candidates. Three months before my university graduation, I finally got accepted by two different airlines. Despite not having the funds to train, I was in celebration because it was never about the money, it was more about achieving something and being able to prove to oneself, we as humans are capable of doing great things if we maintain the right focus, work on improving on our weaknesses and continue adding to our knowledge in life. Believe it or not, during my first ever selection, the company representative called me and said to me I should re-consider a new career as the aptitude results never lie! Now, if you believe what she said and take it to heart, you will fail there on every selection because you have convinced yourself you are incapable. I was never willing to believe that because I knew I was meant to fly and that six year old boy meant what he said on board that jumbo jet night flight! Don't let anyone ever discourage you in life because negative energy spreads much faster and can shatter your dreams. If you believe in yourself and are willing to work hard, you can achieve any thing in your life.

Although I had passed two different airline selection schemes, my next problem was to email them and reject the offer as I didn't have the money to train. I had just over a month before the deadline for accepting the offer and for some reason was just not willing to throw it all away after all that hard work. I spoke with many friends and industry people and after hours of mind scratching, I realised I could maybe get the funds ready in some way. I made a business proposal where I (my career) was the product people were going to invest in. I realised it is much easier to ask 100 people for $1000 each then to try huge lump sum amounts at a few sources. This strategy worked for me and if you want to know more on how, then here is the link to that blog: (

I flew off to Spain to start my flight training course as a pilot cadet with ThomsonFly airlines. After 18 months of hard work, I graduated with my ATPL flying license.

It was the best day of my life but a new problem was at the horizon. It was the year 2008 and the world was going into a global economic recession. The airline had dropped us from any possible job prospects and everyone knew, it was going to be a long difficult journey ahead with nothing but financial debts. Another down blow had come knocking on my ambitions and career but I had seen enough in life to realise and know to never let anything put you down. I knew the focus had to be maintained at all costs and so I went back to London and initially applied to simple everyday jobs in my home town. Having some money com