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

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

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