The Girl Who Fought Her Own Battle

| 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

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She Will Not Live This Way

| 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

The Greatest Honor

| 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

A Light at the End of the Tunnel

| This is the 445th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1998, in Lagos, Nigeria, a sparsely over-populated city with a mix of lifestyles and cultures. It was like the America of Nigeria, hence the popular saying, “No one in Lagos is from Lagos.” In my early childhood, we lived in a ghetto in Lagos called Okokomaiko, full of rain-washed fading walls and … Continue reading A Light at the End of the Tunnel