A New Lesson
| This is the 399th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 in Scotland and grew up in a small house on the outskirts of the small town of Oban. My parents taught us to work hard, help our neighbors and be respectful of others. My mum worked in an office and looked after her three children, of which I was the oldest. … Continue reading A New Lesson
A Long Walk from Yesterday
| This is the 393rd story of Our Life Logs | Living in the rural village of Echem, in South-Eastern Nigeria, I had a difficult life. I was born in 1954, the youngest of four children, but we were not my father’s only children. Most certainly not. In fact, I was 16th in the rankings, including my father’s children from his two older wives, who each had … Continue reading A Long Walk from Yesterday
Where Do We Go?
| This is the 392nd story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 and grew up in a small coastal town in Scotland. I was the oldest of three children and had a brother and sister. I had what should have been an idyllic childhood, playing on the beaches and forests that surrounded our home. When I was just 11 years old, my best … Continue reading Where Do We Go?
The Sound of Hope
| This is the 391st story of Our Life Logs | For 13 years, silence was suspicious and peace was a trap. You see, the Democratic Republic of Congo, my birthplace, was in the midst of an ethnic conflict in the 1990s when rebels were terrorizing the country. I’m one of seven kids, born in 1996 to an aristocratic family. We lived in a Congolese village, although, … Continue reading The Sound of Hope
On the Wrong Side of the World
| This is the 390th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1974 in Aley, Lebanon. Aley is called “The Bride of Summer” because it is located on Mount Lebanon above the Mediterranean Sea. Mount Lebanon is not a big mountain, but its magic is if you are on the beach in Beirut, you can see its majestic white snow line when you look … Continue reading On the Wrong Side of the World
To Witness Something Greater
| This is the 389th story of Our Life Logs | Where do I begin? Well, I was born in Belfast, Ireland, in 1957, and was the third of five children. Although my parents worked very hard, we were a poor family. We often didn’t have the money for heating in the winter, which was unfortunate because it gets quite cold. I shared a small room with … Continue reading To Witness Something Greater
The Choice to Live
| This is the 388th story of Our Life Logs | My parents were not ready for another mouth to feed when I was born in the summer of 1995 in Bangladesh. At the time, my father was unemployed and my mother was the teen-mom stereotype. They were already burdened with a daughter before me. One child was enough to handle, but then I came along, and … Continue reading The Choice to Live
To Smile Is to Heal
| This is the 387th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in England in the ’80s, in various small towns and villages. My mom had five children to two different men, and I was the second. We were all girls and close in age. While we would often fight like cats and dogs, at the same time, if one of us got into trouble … Continue reading To Smile Is to Heal
The Street Artist
| This is the 386th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Sighthill, Glasgow, in 1983. I grew up on a large council estate with high-rise flats as far as the eye could see. It was full of crime, poverty, and drug addicts. I remember playing in the park as a child and there would be needles scattered like leaves. Buildings were often graffitied … Continue reading The Street Artist
A Beautiful Life Once More
| This is the 385th story of Our Life Logs | It’s not wrong to believe that life is unfair and difficult. But the thing is, that’s how it is for everyone. My name is Mustafa Najam and I was born in Lahore, Pakistan, to Fatima Bano and Nasrullah Wazir back in 1985. I was named after my great-grandfather who was one of the many influential personalities … Continue reading A Beautiful Life Once More
The Courage to Move On
| This is the 384th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1990 in Arrochar, Scotland, to an Indian father and a Scottish mother. My mom was originally from Glasgow and had taken a summer job in the touristy town as she wanted a change of scenery and a chance to save some money. In the end, she met my dad and never left. … Continue reading The Courage to Move On
First and Foremost, I’m a Mother
| This is the 383rd story of Our Life Logs | In 1953, I was born and brought up in Memphis, Tennessee. Being the fourth of fourteen children, there was little love or food to go around in our household, and from an early age, I wanted out as soon as I could manage. To make a long story short, I did. I got married at 15 … Continue reading First and Foremost, I’m a Mother