| This is the 565th story of Our Life Logs® | My story begins amid sad circumstances in the 1960s. My parents were both born in India and later migrated to Pakistan at the time of partition. Everything was under chaos as they migrated. And me? Well, I was in my mother’s womb. Not long after the journey, my father fell extremely sick and left this world. The grief broke my mother and she feared that she would lose me from all the stress she was under. Thankfully, I was a healt

“You can only meet him on one condition,” He replied. “You never show your face around us ever again.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe

My father used to tell us that a person who gets put on a ventilator seldom survives. And that was the miserable fate my father met.