| This is the 482nd story of Our Life Logs | I used to ask, “What is the purpose of educating young girls? What are they good for? Why would I ever want a daughter when I could have a son?” I was born in 1966 in Sahiwal, Pakistan. It is a small city that sits away from the hustle and bustle. Its uniqueness lies in its … Continue reading And What of My Legacy?
| This is the 479th story of Our Life Logs | Each time we visited the hospital with the fear that this would be the time, the moment life would leave my father, he would pull me aside. He would go over the plan, making sure I had it memorized. He said that I was the strongest, the one who would take care of Mom, and of … Continue reading The Memories We Pass On
| This is the 467th story of Our Life Logs | To almost every girl in this world, her father is a role model, a star she looks up to. She thinks of him as her savior, her guide, a protector, and most importantly, the source of help and support on which she can rely on in the toughest of times. But God changed up a few … Continue reading When the Truth Came to Be
| This is the 461st story of Our Life Logs | As a little girl born in 2001, I didn’t grow up knowing anything but my family’s small farm in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, the two horses we had and the beef cattle. I can still remember how it felt like to wake up to animal noises, to play in the creek, my feet all muddy and wet. I … Continue reading To Return to Myself
| This is the 335th story of Our Life Logs |As a young girl, my purpose was as fickle as the wind, but my hope was firm. I wanted to be as loved and as encouraging as I knew my dad to be. In my muddled world, my dad’s heart was simple and clear. I had no intention of ever living without it, without him.I was … Continue reading To Breathe Once More