There was no packing, no preparation, no goodbyes. My grandmother came and gave him his wool cap. He put it on and left in a hurry...

“You can only meet him on one condition,” He replied. “You never show your face around us ever again.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe

But what I wish I didn’t remember— what I wish I forgot so completely—was my father’s drinking. My father’s hands as they beat me...

My story began before I was even born, when the traditional values of the Pakistani culture sunk into the hearts and minds of my parents...

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...

Even when he did seemingly nice things like drop us off at church, he was really only doing it because it was on the way to a bar...

But then…it was all over, and they divorced when I was just three years old. My dad moved on to yet another young gorgeous woman...

My parents broke up when I was still little, and my mom remarried soon after. Our home was full of outbursts of rage from my mom who was...

I was born on August 18, 1988 to a timid mother and a drug-addicted father. My father was in the picture for the first six months of...

Most of my fond memories were spending time with my parents and two younger siblings: putting up the Christmas tree together; enjoying...

As a child, it seemed like the world around me inspired the power of creativity flowing into my hungry, curious mind. Filled with...

My mother was still a student when she had me and literally had to take her final exams with me crying my lungs out next to her...

My mom was a nurse, and my dad was a realtor in Lekki, Lagos. My dad was strict with me since I was the first born, but my mom had a warm...

There are times in life when we must choose whether we hold on to hate, or forgive and forget. Holding on to hate is the more common...