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.
그러나 저는 깨달았습니다 제가 알기로는 이런 순간들이 제 여정에 영향을 주었지만 시작이 된것은 아닙니다. 사실 상 시작은 파키스탄의 신드히에 있는 진흙 집앞에서 저희 아버지가 14살 된 저희 엄마의  손을 잡고 마을 밖으로나가 자식들을 교육시키기로  결정한 그 때였죠.