Well, let me start my story with a parable: “There once was a very small girl whose mother asked her to fill up a barren valley with water..

Life is unpredictable. People understand that now more than ever. But we also know that every situation occurs for a reason...

...As a child, I spent most of my time outside. The more time I spent in it, the closer I grew to it, and my love reached further...

my father was a poor shopkeeper with little earnings to feed, clothe, and provide for my mother, my four siblings, and me...

My childhood was a distressing one because we never had enough to eat or spend on ourselves. Since I could remember, my father...

My city, Karachi, is simply magical. It’s one of the largest, most populated cities in the world and it is the economic hub of Pakistan...

When the going gets tough, the tough get going. This sentence pretty much sums up my whole life...

In the early 1990s, my father and his brother left their home in Macedonia to pursue their dream of opening a restaurant together...

Unfortunately, the north also houses some of the poorest and least privileged of the country. Labor can be as easily bought and sold...

I was the oldest of six children and often had to help with the chores on the farm and at home. It was great having so many...

We were not rich, but we lived a happy and comfortable life. I saw the world through their eyes and everything seemed wonderfully...

We were Turkish, and like the other Turkish families in Germany, my sister and I were taught to be responsible and helpful...

Ever since I can remember, I listened to the stories and news on the radio, longing to be part of the airwaves. I toyed with the idea...

From an early age, I showed an interest in becoming a police officer, or rather, I became interested in adventure and excitement...

It was as if this passion for film was already in my blood. I mean, come on. Kelsey Parris the Filmmaker. It had a good ring to it. Since...

I was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1990, maturing in a stable suburban environment, my first memories made on the playground. Besides what...

And while both were “uneducated” (in the sense that my father dropped out after 8th grade, and my mother had never been to school a day...

As a little boy, I would help my father sell fresh cookies in the streets of our city, Lahore. We woke up early on many mornings...

If you are wondering what it was like, just picture farmland, connected to more farmland, all serving as the resting place for groups...

Big or small, everyone makes plans for their future. As a girl who loved to dream, I had made plenty. Whether we lose ourselves in...