I Love This Life Because You Are in It

| This is the 402nd story of Our Life Logs | They say that daughters are a blessing, but that was not my reality. You see, I was born in a very small village in Pakistan, called Kasur, in 1979, and for years, I blamed myself for my mother’s death because she died after giving birth to me. My father was never really meant to be a … Continue reading I Love This Life Because You Are in It

How to Break the Shackles

| This is the 395th story of Our Life Logs | I was born on May 13, 1994, in a tiny backwoods village in Pakistan that you’ve probably never heard of. Just know that there dwelt the poorest of the poor and the illiterate, and among them, my family. My parents and I lived in a flimsy house without electricity or running water.  We did not own … Continue reading How to Break the Shackles

From India to Scotland with Love

| This is the 394th story of Our Life Logs | My story starts far away in India, where I was born in the bustling industrial city of Chennai, in 1986. I was the second of four children and the oldest girl. Traditionally, Indian families want boys, but as they already had a son, my parents welcomed my birth with all their heart. Later, my mum told … Continue reading From India to Scotland with Love

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