I don’t know where to start, so I think it’s befitting my story should commence from there... Born in the early eighties in Multan, Pakistan, my old memories carry faces of people with whom I thought there was something wrong. Because whenever I spoke, or tried to, some would have uneasy expressions, others would laugh outright, and then some’d ask me to ‘stop trying’. When I was a bit mature, I was told it was called ‘stuttering’.