She wrote down these stories, which her grandmother used to recount to her every night in celebration of her triumphs. Some of them may be unrealistic and unbelievable, but it’s likely that in their time, illogicality abounded, and things often transcended the bounds of reality. This was due to the sharp divergence of people’s paths and their relentless struggle to cling to life. The more experiences one had, the greater the likelihood of miracles.
The fact that her story was extraordinary wasn’t the sole motivation for writing. In fact, there were stories even more wondrous than hers, stories that were well-known in her town. But her greatest motivation was her deep love for her grandmother. She loved her dearly and was accustomed to expressing her feelings through writing. Yet, even after writing down a portion of her life’s stories, she didn’t feel she had fully expressed what was inside her. Her grandmother had a profound and unique impact on her. It was a salvation and a victory for her amidst the battles she had so often lost, because she simply said to her, as a compliment, “If God had blessed me with no other offspring than you, out of my more than one hundred children, it would have been enough!”
And that compliment was the greatest victory in life.






