My earliest memories involve fear. My home life was unstable at best; at its’ worst, it was violent and terrifying. My parent’s relationship was defined by threats, shouting, anger and arguments. Their marriage eventually ended when I was only eight years old but my view of love and family was already scarred by things that no child should ever have to see, hear or expe....
I was born in Kurdistan, Iraq. Saddam Hussein, the president of Iraq, hated our people. He and his regime systematically tortured, persecuted, imprisoned and murdered thousands of Kurdish people in an attempt to exterminate us completely. Mass shootings, live burials and chemical attacks on cities and villages, he was brutal and merciless. My father was a journalist and musicia....
I was anxious and a little overwhelmed. It was the night before a big event that I was hosting for a local charity and my head was spinning with all the details that still needed to fall into place; too much to do, not enough time. So I sat in my car in the parking lot of my apartment complex just a little longer. I turned on some worship music and began to pray. It …....
My mum and dad were married in London in 1937, with the threat of war with Germany imminent. By 1941 they had two children, a boy and a girl and my father was working at the local air force base in aircraft maintenance. One day while he was working on an aircraft, a malfunction in one of the engines resulted in him suffering massive head trauma from a moving propeller. His inju....
I lost my father to cancer when I was 13 years old. He was a great daddy, and just like every other daddy’s girl I loved him a lot. I didn’t find out that he was sick until a week before he passed away. He hadn’t wanted to worry me or make me sad. That didn’t work out so well. I struggled throughout high school. Being a teenage girl is hard enough but I missed &hellip....
