| This is the 504th story of Our Life Logs | If joy is hidden behind a bed of thorns, then I will cut my hands to reach it. My name is Everton, I am a Brazilian, born in 1988, and raised in a city called Salvador in the state of Bahia. I should probably specify that Bahia is a state where the unemployment rate is … Continue reading Nothing Lasts Forever
| 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 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
| This is the 371st story of Our Life Logs |I was born in 1990 in a small town in the west of Scotland as the middle child. Our parents split up when I was 10 years old, and I didn’t have much contact with my dad until I was 21 and became a father myself. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me backtrack.I got … Continue reading Coming back from Rock Bottom
| This is the 121st story of Our Life Logs | I had a happy childhood growing up in Lagos, Nigeria. I was born in 1973 and was the eldest of three children. 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 personality … Continue reading In the Past