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.
Namun saat saya menyadari bahwa meski hal-hal tersebut telah menjadi bagian dari perjalanan saya, telah berpengaruh dijalan saya. namun awal perjalanan saya bukan dari situ, tetapi awal yang sesungguhnya ada di depan rumah lumpur di bukit atas Sindh di Pakistan, dimana ayah saya menggandeng tangan ibu yang berusia 14 tahun dan memutuskan untuk keluar dari desa tinggal disuatu kota agar anak-anak mereka dapat bersekolah.