| This is the 545th story of Our Life Logs® | Writer’s note: A very special “thank you!” to Shamsa Alsuwaidi for her invaluable help in...

I even felt my dad betrayed me. Why did he even bother to sit and draw with me if this is what would happen in the end?

my father was a poor shopkeeper with little earnings to feed, clothe, and provide for my mother, my four siblings, and me...

Growing up, I spent countless hours playing the game, “Operation,” meticulously navigating the clip to avoid touching the metal...

All the while, I felt a sense of urgency to get a medical degree. I knew that I could try and make a difference in the lives of those...

While my work has brought peace to my soul and the wonderful feeling of helping others has always been present, much of my career was...

You might look at my life and ask, “How many times do you have to fail?” I ask, “How many times do I have to try...

One might think that may have become an obstacle for me; luckily, that has not, or not yet. Coming from a community where majority of the...