S.S. David's Blog

Above all, this book is dedicated to women and girls everywhere. To the girl who wants to go to school. To the girl who dreams of becoming a doctor, teacher, writer, scientist, entrepreneur, or leader. To the woman rebuilding her life after violence or loss. To the woman determined to live free from fear. To the woman who has been told she cannot but chooses to try anyway.

The older I get, the less interested I am in chasing time and the more I value using it well. None of us knows how much time we have left. What matters, I think, is what we choose to do with it; the questions we consider worth asking, the work we commit to, and the things we leave behind when the projects are finished, and the noise has gone, replaced by a poignant silence. … Continue reading →

And now, Andy Burnham is widely tipped to be the next leader. He may well be a capable man. But will he last? And will whoever follows him last? This revolving door cannot continue indefinitely without consequences for our nation. It's unsettling that the leadership crisis is only one thread in our frayed political landscape. I look around Britain right now, and my heart aches. The stabbing on our streets. The anger. The division. Genuine questions are being raised about policing, fairness, and whether the law is being applied equally to everyone, regardless of faith or background. These are not fringe concerns. They are the conversations happening in homes, churches, community halls, and social media feeds across this land.

It’s been since Easter 2025 that I last wrote here! Time moves differently when you’re living it rather than documenting it. Here we are, well the second month of a new year, and the world keeps turning with all its chaos and wonder intact. I’m back at university pursuing a research degree, juggling several projects […]

Last Thursday, I went for a routine blood test, which has always been challenging due to my very small veins. I was directed from one department to another until finally reaching the blood collection area where many patients were waiting. Despite my upcoming elective procedure on Monday requiring these results, I still needed to wait […]

For those who believe, as I do, in life after death, there comes a reckoning—not an editing session. Our completed manuscript will be read, not revised. This is not meant to inspire fear but urgency—an invitation to live deliberately, to make each word and day count.

I've come to understand we cannot measure the price of peace in simplistic terms. While experts can calculate military costs and infrastructure damage, I see the true price in the faces of displaced families, in the stories of lost homes, and in the eyes of traumatised children. Nevertheless, I remain convinced that the cost of ongoing conflict is far greater.

This year, I’m observing a shift in how we approach personal and professional development. Gone are the days when burnout was a badge of honour. Instead, industry leaders are adopting what I call the “rest revolution”—strategic pauses designed to boost success. I am doing the same: working hard but resting more.

Reflecting on that first Christmas night, I'm moved by its powerful message of hope rising from humble circumstances. Mary and Joseph, far from home, found light in their darkest hour. This reminds me—and all of us—that even in our moments of deepest sadness, we're held in divine love's embrace.

This Remembrance Sunday, as we honour the fallen, let us remember that the best tribute we can pay to those who sacrificed everything is to ensure their stories continue to move new generations. Through films like this, their experiences live on, teaching invaluable lessons about the cost of war and the precious value of peace.