Every woman has a story. And, like all stories, if you change one page, one paragraph, or even one word, you could change her story. This is my story. I was born a girl into a culture that still prefers and elevates boys. I was born into a war-torn country whose new government had stripped its citizens of all their rights and freedoms. Significantly, I was born to parents who were determined to not let these dismal factors prevent their daughter from experiencing the very best that life could offer — even if that meant risking their lives, leaving their friends and family, and fleeing from the only home they had ever known. Thus, at the age of 3 months,...
