Our soul tells a story. Each soul has numerous experiences that make up its journey. Whether that journey is short lived or aged into many lifetimes, it is a journey of moments which make up a story as individual as a fingerprint. According to my Daadi, I was born an “old soul” always gravitating to the elders: their conversations, their laughter, and stories were intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough! Sitting underneath the stars in Pakistan, in the basement of our family home in Chicago, or on the Persian carpet in our living room in Rialto, the stories were endless, the nights...