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.
但我意识到， 尽管这些事情是我旅程的一部分， 影响了这旅程， 但他们都不是起点， 而真正的起点是在巴基斯坦，上信德省 一座土坯房前, 我父亲拉着我十四岁的母亲, 他们决定离开这个村子, 去一个能够让孩子们上学的镇子的时候。