There was no packing, no preparation, no goodbyes. My grandmother came and gave him his wool cap. He put it on and left in a hurry...

I was just a teenager watching my mother grow weak. And when she was gone, my father was not the type to take over her caring spirit. He was

It took about 12 hours before the search and rescue team found Eloy’s lifeless body on a sandbank. I called my mother-in-law, repeating the

| 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

| This is the 555th story of Our Life Logs® | Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some clear your path. My path began 40 years ago. My parents tried their luck in Vegas and, instead of hitting the jackpot, they scored with me. I was born and raised in Sin City. The Flamingo Hotel and Casino was my backyard and striptease dancers lined the streets. As I grew, I bet you I tried almost everything there was to try in that town. I mean, being out among the drugs, gambling an

| This is the 552nd story of Our Life Logs® | As people, we like to believe that there’s something called “normalcy,” normalcy referring to the general, acceptable structure of human life. It gives us familiarity in a world that’s constantly churning with change. But, I have to point out the problem with this idea. Sometimes, avoiding what’s different is just not an option. Sometimes, we’re forced out of our comfort zones—forced out of our normalcies—and into uncharted terrai

That was it. I threw the dish I was holding right into the TV. And then another. Another. I threw every dish at that game until the sink was

With a straight face my mother replied, “It would have been better if you had let me die.”

And for a month, my heart was as empty as my home. I locked myself in my room and stared at the wall, wondering if, within the details

| This is the 544th story of Our Life Logs® | I don’t know if my story even matters, one of an illiterate woman from the slums of Pakistan. I don’t even think people like me are counted as humans to some people. I’m used to this because society always looks down on the illiterate and extremely poor. Still, I hope telling my story might make me, and so many others in the same state that I am in, feel a little better and understood. Where should I begin...Well, I was born in th

| This is the 540th story of Our Life Logs® | I used to always believe that everything happens for a good reason and that you have absolutely no control over it. I've always let fate take charge over my life, but when it came to death, I wanted so badly to be in control, just once. Loss does not discriminate. It comes for everyone eventually, leaving a hole left in your heart, soul, and life. But can one do anything about it? Of course not. I couldn’t, so, how could you? How

My parents waited anxiously for my birth as I was their first child. They loved me like no other and dotted over me, but our poverty...

When looking back at those days, I marvel at how far I have come. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe I will never find out..

Growing up, I saw thousands of faces in my town. I was born in Kasur, Punjab, in Pakistan. Kasur is a very small city...

I think I realized early on that I could either be really bitter about it, or I could gain a lot of really great life skills...

My parents married really young and had a total of 12 kids. Sadly, eight died in infancy, leaving them only four to raise...

My father made little money as a government officer and could not afford to take care of us kids...

Back then, there were no doctors and nurses, at least, not the way we think of them today. Only midwives delivered babies...

Each time we visited the hospital with the fear that this would be the time, the moment life would leave my father...

Growing up in a very strict Christian family, I was expected to settle down and start a family. As I waited for Mr. Right...