Carve Out Courage

| This is the 508th story of Our Life Logs | Courage is in smiles. It’s in bear hugs. It can be found when your mom holds your hand while the doctor gives you the bad news. Courage can be found when a new friend tells you to ignore that bully because you are stronger and more powerful than they’d ever even realize. Courage is found … Continue reading Carve Out Courage

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What I’m About to Tell You

| This is the 507th story of Our Life Logs | As I begin to tell you my story, please know that it is painful. Even so, I wish to do so for all the victims out there so that, they too, will become survivors. I was born in 1992 in Kasur, Pakistan, and was raised alongside my two older sisters and a younger brother. We were not wealthy … Continue reading What I’m About to Tell You

Galloping Through the Darkness 

| This is the 506th story of Our Life Logs | Listen to the audio: Isn’t it funny how we always stick a label on ourselves? From where we were born to what we do, somehow we always manage to tie a label on it. It’s not all bad, though. Some labels act as our family—wearing them makes us proud and feel like a part of something wonderful. And then, there’re the bad ones—they box you … Continue reading Galloping Through the Darkness 

The Choice You Made

| This is the 504th story of Our Life Logs | For better or worse, it is all a matter of what we choose. I was born in 1974 in a small settlement called Harappa in Punjab, Pakistan. My family was not too poor, but we most certainly weren’t rich. We lived in a joint home with my uncles who were illiterate farmers. My father was a little different. He worked a mediocre government job. It … Continue reading The Choice You Made

I Look to You, Dear Daughter

| This is the 503rd story of Our Life Logs |  “To realize one’s nature perfectly- That is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves nowadays.” Oscar Wilde.  It was a chilly day in 1972 in Okara, Pakistan, when I came into this world as the youngest daughter in the family after my five siblings. As the baby of the family, … Continue reading I Look to You, Dear Daughter

What Will You Give for This Life? 

| This is the 502nd story of Our Life Logs | The hall reverberated with the sound of applause as my name was called and I strolled to the podium. The space was teeming with students and professors from the prestigious University of Wisconsin who were there to celebrate me. As I began to speak, I was taken back to where all of this began 46 … Continue reading What Will You Give for This Life? 

Until Further Notice

| This story is part of our mini-project #ShareVoicesNotGerms | We’ve asked our audience to share their blog post, poem, tweet, short video, stream-of-consciousness note they typed at 3 AM, quick proverb, seven-part full-length drama–really anything they’ve created to get them through the COVID-19 pandemic. Our hope is that it will get you through too. If you’d like to contribute, simply submit your “anything” here. … Continue reading Until Further Notice

Even When the Waves Crash, the Mountain Stands

| This is the 501st story of Our Life Logs | When looking back at those days, I marvel at how far I have come. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe I will never find out. My journey began in Nantou City, Taiwan, on June 6, 1938. Yes, that certainly was a long time ago. Back then, Nantou City was purely a rural … Continue reading Even When the Waves Crash, the Mountain Stands

Pain and Humor 

| This is the 499th story of Our Life Logs | In the year of my birth, 1952, our desolate Texas prairie lured only the wildcatter oil tycoons from the east coast and the hardworking, scruff-of-the-earth oil-well workers in the west who pumped and cajoled the “black gold” from the barren earth. I grew up in the far western part of Texas that holds nary a tree, hill, or lake. My … Continue reading Pain and Humor 

No, Really, Can You Run in Those?

| This is the 498th story of Our Life Logs | I was the fastest boy at Whittier Woods Elementary School. When it was time for the races for the Presidential Physical Fitness awards, I was competitive and I was flying. Unfortunately (for me), my elementary school competitors grew into teenagers with long legs while I…didn’t. Sprinting got less interesting for me when the others caught up, but that was okay. I had moved … Continue reading No, Really, Can You Run in Those?