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.
No tada sam shvatila da, iako znam koliko su ti trenuci  pridonijeli mome putovanju, utjecali na njega, oni nisu bili njegov početak, već se pravi početak mog putovanja dogodio ispred kuće od blata u gornjem Sindhu u Pakistanu, gdje je moj otac držao moju  četrnaestogodišnju majku za ruku i njih dvoje su odlučili napustiti selo i otići u grad gdje će se njihova djeca moći obrazovati.