But then I realized that, as much as I know that these moments have contributed on my journey, they have influenced my journey but they have not been the beginning of it, but the true beginning of my journey was in front of a mud house in upper Sindh of Pakistan, where my father held the hand of my 14-year-old mother and they decided to walk out of the village to go to a town where they could send their kids to school.
Men jeg indså, at selvom disse begivenheder  har bidraget til min rejse og påvirket mig, så var det ikke sådan det begyndte, for det startede foran et lerhus i de nordlige dele af Sindh, Pakistan, da min far holdt min 14-årige mors hånd og de bestemte sig for at forlade byen og begive sig til en by, hvor de kunne sende deres børn i skole.