| This is the 522nd story of Our Life Logs | Have you ever seen a potter while he’s at work? The exposure to the right intensity of heat for the perfect amount of time turns a mere handful of clay into a fine piece of pottery. This is how life works. The heat and pressure refine what we are truly meant to be. I was … Continue reading When There Is a Will: A COVID-19 Story
| This is the 510th story of Our Life Logs | Life is unpredictable. People understand that now more than ever. But we also know that every situation occurs for a reason, and nothing is permanent. All experiences change and impact how you grow. And that is what happened to me. I come from a small city in Pakistan called Sahiwal. I was born in the late ’90s as the youngest and the only boy of five … Continue reading Trapped in Gray Skies: A COVID-19 Story
| This is the 507th story of Our Life Logs | As I begin to tell you my story, please know that it is painful. Even so, I wish to do so for all the victims out there so that, they too, will become survivors. I was born in 1992 in Kasur, Pakistan, and was raised alongside my two older sisters and a younger brother. We were not wealthy … Continue reading What I’m About to Tell You
| This is the 502nd 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 497th 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 492nd 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 487th 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 485th 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 483rd 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 468th 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 451st 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 448th 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