The Light That Shows Me the Way

| This is the 414th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in 1980 in Hackney, Inner London in the UK, as the oldest of four children. My family owned a leather factory which they had run for over 30 years after my uncle emigrated to the UK in the 1940s from Pakistan. My parents followed later, planning to work with him and start a … Continue reading The Light That Shows Me the Way

How to Break the Shackles

| This is the 395th story of Our Life Logs | I was born on May 13, 1994, in a tiny backwoods village in Pakistan that you’ve probably never heard of. Just know that there dwelt the poorest of the poor and the illiterate, and among them, my family. My parents and I lived in a flimsy house without electricity or running water.  We did not own … Continue reading How to Break the Shackles

From India to Scotland with Love

| This is the 394th story of Our Life Logs | My story starts far away in India, where I was born in the bustling industrial city of Chennai, in 1986. I was the second of four children and the oldest girl. Traditionally, Indian families want boys, but as they already had a son, my parents welcomed my birth with all their heart. Later, my mum told … Continue reading From India to Scotland with Love

A Long Walk from Yesterday

| This is the 393rd story of Our Life Logs | Living in the rural village of Echem, in South-Eastern Nigeria, I had a difficult life. I was born in 1954, the youngest of four children, but we were not my father’s only children. Most certainly not. In fact, I was 16th in the rankings, including my father’s children from his two older wives, who each had … Continue reading A Long Walk from Yesterday

The Street Artist

| This is the 386th story of Our Life Logs | I was born in Sighthill, Glasgow, in 1983. I grew up on a large council estate with high-rise flats as far as the eye could see. It was full of crime, poverty, and drug addicts. I remember playing in the park as a child and there would be needles scattered like leaves. Buildings were often graffitied … Continue reading The Street Artist