| This is the 501st story of Our Life Logs | The hall reverberated with the sound of applause as my name was called and I strolled to the podium. The space was teeming with students and professors from the prestigious University of Wisconsin who were there to celebrate me. As I began to speak, I was taken back to where all of this began 46 … Continue reading What Will You Give for This Life?
| This is the 496th story of Our Life Logs | December 20, 2006. I was 13 years old. The door flung open. Our one-room home felt like a locked cage. I remember the fear in my mother’s eyes and the way my brother’s breath shortened. I remember the pounding of my heart. It was the first night my father came home drunk. My family and I lived in Karachi, Pakistan, in a very small shelter. I don’t call it … Continue reading The Girl Who Fought Her Own Battle
| This is the 491st story of Our Life Logs | Growing up, I saw thousands of faces in my town. I was born in Kasur, Punjab, in Pakistan. Kasur is a very small city famous for the shrine of Baba Bulleh Shah. Thousands of believers come there to visit the shrine and say their prayers. Some of these travelers have hopeful eyes, like bright windows on … Continue reading She Will Not Live This Way
| This is the 486th story of Our Life Logs | I grew up in the 1980s in Pakistan. My parents married really young and had a total of 12 kids. Sadly, eight died in infancy, leaving them only four to raise—me and my three younger sisters. We lived in a very small house that could barely fit our family of six, but we managed. Our unity … Continue reading Awakening
| This is the 484th story of Our Life Logs | I was born into a lower-middle class family in Rawalpindi, Pakistan, in July 1954. My father made little money as a government officer and could not afford to take care of us kids. With one son and four daughters, he already had the odds against him, as marrying off four girls was quite expensive. Struggling to … Continue reading The Greatest Honor
| 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 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 450th story of Our Life Logs | My name is Shazia Hakeem and I was born in Lahore, Pakistan, in 2004, which makes me 15 years old as I tell you my story. People say I am smart for my age. I say the circumstances made me this way. I probably grew up too soon. My childhood was a distressing one because we … Continue reading Soon I Will Dream
| This is the 447th story of Our Life Logs | 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—separately, of course. They didn’t get married until sometime in the 1970s. But each grew up in Pakistan, and each moved to London in the 60s, and each was suited to one … Continue reading Whispers of the Heart
| This is the 441st story of Our Life Logs | You see, I was born to be a free bird. Starting from a very young age, I was fond of traveling, socializing with others, and exploring my surroundings. I basically thought of myself as some sort of daredevil. But to my parents, I was to be a “good” obedient son who would fulfill the dreams they … Continue reading It’s Not the End Yet
| This is the 435th story of Our Life Logs | There was a time when I scraped the dirt of the valley with my bare feet to make a home for a small hopeless seed. That was then, and then was long ago. Now—I water a tree as tall as a mountain. -C.W. My city, Karachi, is simply magical. It’s one of the largest, most populated … Continue reading I Feel My Roots
| This is the 420th story of Our Life Logs | Growing up, I spent countless hours playing the game, “Operation,” meticulously navigating the clip to avoid touching the metal surrounding the “bones.” After I had completed each game successfully, I felt a profound sense of happiness and pride in being able to help the game man. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to … Continue reading Where We Land