This GIrl Left Her Family at 14 to Pursue Music in Another Country — Now She’s World-Famous with Guinness Records

This young girl was born into a large, ethnically Albanian family. Her parents moved to London from Albania three years before she was born. She grew up in London for much of her formative years.

However, when she turned 11, her parents told her they would no longer live in London. Instead, they were moving back to their native country. It was the end of primary school for the girl, and all her friends were also going to different schools, but none were in a foreign country.

Despite the significant change, the girl was excited to go to Kosovo and see her cousins who lived there. However, three years later, at 14, she told her parents she didn’t want to live there anymore. She moved away and went on to break Guinness World Records.

The Girl’s Childhood

The girl was born to a Bosnian mother and a Kosovan father. In the 90s, her parents experienced war in their home country. Her mother and father were living with her paternal grandfather, the head of the Kosovo Institute of History.

Although the girl’s grandfather took pride in his career, it ended when the war broke out. She shared:

“Once the Serbians came in, they wanted a lot of the historians to rewrite the history of Kosovo. To change it – that Kosovo was always part of Serbia and never part of Yugoslavia. And my grandfather was one of those people who wouldn’t, so he lost his job because he didn’t want to write a history that he didn’t believe to be true.”

The girl and her mother | Source: facebook.com/DuaLipa

In 1992, the girl’s parents moved from Albania to London to seek refuge from the war. However, their parents stayed behind in Bosnia and Kosovo. The girl’s father never got to say goodbye to his father as he died of a heart attack the year the war ended when the borders were still closed. Despite all the heartache the couple had experienced, they welcomed their daughter in northwest London in 1995.

The girl said that she watched her parents work every day of her life. Her father was working toward becoming a dentist and her mother a lawyer when they were forced to flee their home country. Being in London forced them to take jobs in cafés and bars. They also went back to school.

The girl and her mother | Source: facebook.com/DuaLipa

Although she was proud of her parents growing up, the girl was not always proud of her name, which means “love” in Albanian. Although she is proud of it now, she wanted a more common name growing up. Her name made her feel different from everyone else.

Another thing that embarrassed her growing up was the fact that her parents looked different from others. In school, the boys would tell her how attractive her mother was, and the girls would say the same about her father, which she didn’t enjoy.

As a young girl, she was strong-willed and ambitious. She knew she wanted to be a star and figured she wouldn’t be able to make it happen living in Kosovo.

One day, she sat her parents down and told them she wanted to return to London. She explained that she wanted to be a superstar and knew she would never be able to do it without being in a city like London. She planned to go to the Sylvia Young Theatre School on Saturdays and wanted to be where a lot was happening. She admitted:

“I didn’t think I’d be able to do this on a global scale, living in Kosovo.”

The girl and her father | Source: facebook.com/DuaLipa

She tricked her parents into letting her go by telling them she wanted to attend an excellent British university and said she would need to do her GCSEs and A-levels in English to get there.

Her parents relented, and when she got back to London, she went to the Sylvia Young Theatre School and began recording demo tapes, which she uploaded to YouTube and Soundcloud.

The girl and her mother and father | Source: facebook.com/DuaLipa

Although she could have run wild in London without much parental supervision, the girl knew that her parents trusted her, and she needed to uphold her end of the deal. The only parental supervision she had was from the family friends she was staying with while in London. She joked that she was the mom of her friend group and always responsible.

With this responsibility came ambition. The girl knew she wanted to be a star and started contacting producers. When one offered a publishing deal, she found a lawyer who told her not to accept it. He then found her her current manager, leading to her being discovered.

Her love for music, singing, and dancing started when she was very young, putting on performances for her friends and family all the time. She knew she had a natural talent when her singing teacher in London moved her into a class with teenagers when she was nine.

The first concert she attended in Kosovo was Redman and Method Man, as hip-hop was massive in Kosovo then. She also wished to see performers like Nelly Furtado and Pink in her hometown, but they had yet to come.

When she finally became successful, she returned to Kosovo with the Sunny Hill Festival, which brings international artists to Kosovo. She hopes that this festival is something that the people in her hometown can enjoy for many years.

Her younger brother and sister are also interested in the entertainment industry. Her little sister graduated from drama school, and her brother started producing music when he was seventeen. The girl is incredibly proud of her family, especially her parents. She once gushed:

“Everything I speak about comes from my upbringing. Seeing my parents adapt to any situation, raise a family, work many jobs, go to university in the evening… I watched them sacrifice, yet I understand how lucky I am to have a British passport and to have come back to London for my career.”

Her parents’ relationship also challenged the girl because, as she told it, her mother married her first love and first boyfriend. She felt pressure and thought that people saw something was wrong with her because she was single in her mid-20s.

However, she realized that it’s okay to be selfish and work on yourself before getting into a serious relationship and certainly before bringing any children into the world.

Who Is the Girl?

Dua Lipa is the girl with the name she couldn’t stand when she was a little girl. Despite all the adversity she faced growing up, she has now become a world-famous pop star and has broken many records.

In March last year, her song “Levitating” became the longest-charting Billboard Hot 100 hit ever. Her 2020 Thanksgiving weekend Studio 2054 livestream also broke records, amassing over 5 million views, and breaking the Guinness World Record for most tickets sold for a live-streamed concert by a solo female artist. She enjoyed the experience so much that even when she was allowed to tour, she would livestream again.

In 2021, she also became the most listened-to female artist on Spotify, for which she landed another Guinness World Record. However, she remains humble and does not take too much note of the awards she has won, even though she has been nominated for 10 Grammys and has won three.

Lipa’s professional life is going well, and her personal life is on the up, too. She recently gained Albanian citizenship. A video shows her signing the papers and beaming from ear to ear as she is granted citizenship.

My Daughter, 5, Brought Me a Picture from Her Dad’s Suitcase, but When I Saw It, I Fainted

When Emma’s mother found an odd ultrasound in her father’s purse, she thought the world would end. This resulted in a revelation at supper that fundamentally changed the dynamics inside their family.

The front door squeaked open, letting my husband Jack’s recognizable silhouette fill the entryway. He looked tired from his travels, and his shoulders were sagging with fatigue, but as soon as he stepped into our cozy home, his eyes lit up with relief.

The random array of briefcases, baggage, and other items thrown at the doorway was a chaotic memorial to his last business trip, belying the confusion of his return. One suitcase had his coat hanging loosely from it, while another had a tangle of charging cords sticking out of it, all of which were silently documenting his hectic trips between airports and appointments.

In the middle of this dispersed scene, our daughter Emma’s bright eyes shone with the unabashed delight that only a child’s innocence can portray. Her four-year-old’s world was awash with curiosity and discovery.

There was much excitement about her father’s return, rumored to hold stories and perhaps even a hidden treasure from his travels. Her small, delicate hands were often employed to investigate the world around her and find new puzzles to solve. Her curiosity was as boundless as the sky.

Emma’s happy laughter echoed throughout the home as she ran between the bags, her tiny feet barely making a sound on the luxurious carpet. Her golden locks bounced with each step, giving Jack’s sullen countenance a bright contrast. She was the life force of our home, filling every nook and cranny with brightness and energy and acting as a constant reminder of the love that had once formed the cornerstone of our family.

I observed her and felt a mixture of love and horror. Emma’s innocence shielded her from the complexities of adult emotions and the minor tensions that had crept into our marriage. But in her innocent joy and discovery, she was about to uncover a secret that would tear apart the carefully maintained façade of our family life.

The scene was set in the most banal way imaginable: our kid, the picture of pure wonder, tripping over the mess, our weary husband making his way home, and the scattered remnants of his trips all over our foyer.

We were unaware that this ordinary day would take an unexpected turn, revealing realities lurking beneath the surface of our daily lives and upending the very foundation of our relationship.

Then, among the jumble of business papers and trinkets, Emma’s hand was unexpectedly snagged by something. Her eyes widened as she produced a small piece of paper, a glimmer of triumph and curiosity flickering inside.

Holding her prize behind her back, she approached me with a cunning glee and her voice was a mix of surprise and mischief. She said, “Mommy, you’ll never guess what I found!”

She stood in front of me, her tiny hands revealing the object of her finding, an ultrasound image. Her little, delicate fingers were a striking contrast to the image’s stark black and white. It displayed an almost indistinguishable tiny fetus with distinctly human features. The image’s caption read, “Hey Daddy, I’m coming shortly.” T,” a message that cut through the warm fabric of our family’s existence like a cold knife.

A abyss of shock and astonishment descended onto my heart. The room seemed to tilt and swing as I took in the sight, and the ultrasound image solidified in my memory at every angle and contour. It was dated as recently as last week, at which time Jack was supposedly busy with meetings and business affairs. The truth of what I was seeing was vastly different from the world I thought I understood.

I experienced a torrent of emotions washing over me. A web of confusion, betrayal, and burning pain intertwined to tighten its grip around my throat. My mind raced, trying to put the disparate pieces of information that had soured our recent conversations about his trip together. There were clear ramifications to this ultrasound scan, but my heart refused not accept them.

Emma didn’t realize the range of feelings her revelation had brought about as she looked up at me with naive, hopeful eyes, waiting for my reply. Her face, which ordinarily brought me comfort and joy, now conveyed the picture of an unfamiliar world that I was ill-prepared to confront. All of the things we held dear, including love and daily routines, seemed to crumble in that moment, revealing a layer of dishonesty that threatened to engulf all we held dear.

With a whirlwind of anger and pain inside of me, I sat by myself in our bedroom, clutching the ultrasound image with trembling hands. My thoughts was a war zone, propelled by the need to confront Jack immediately and the want to come up with a plan that would reveal his sincere deceit. Although I wanted to scream and shatter the facade of normalcy, there was a part of me that longed for a more measured approach, a way to assess the depth of his treachery.

The image of Emma’s defenseless face juxtaposed with the depressing ultrasound image made me more determined. I needed to know if Jack regretted anything, if the man I’d loved was still out there somewhere, or if it was all just a dream. I took the difficult choice to come up with a plan that would expose the true nature of his sincerity and dedication.

I returned the original ultrasound to the spot where Emma had discovered it, ensuring that it was among Jack’s belongings and watching over it patiently for the right moment. Then, with a seemingly sad but also liberating conclusion, I staged a fictitious event to simulate Emma’s discovery but with a twist. I created a fake ultrasound image, identical to the one Emma found, with my initials on it, hoping to fabricate a tale that would force Jack to come clean.

The whole evening was put up to give the sense of deceptive normalcy, complete with candles lit on the table and the aroma of a delicious dinner permeating the air. He grinned as Jack came in, anticipating a passionate reunion but oblivious to the storm that was gathering beneath.

The dinner passed quickly, and with each bite, I felt my chest getting tighter and tighter until the inevitable conclusion. Finally, I appeared to be sensitive and held up the fake ultrasound, saying, “Dear, there will be four of us soon.” The air thickened with the words hanging between us like a baited trap waiting for its prey.

Jack initially expressed excitement and amazement, but as the situation dawned on him, his look changed to one of total bewilderment, and then terror. His face fell and tears flooded his eyes as he whispered, “Dear, you know everything, it was a mistake.” She doesn’t have my heart. While I’m staying with you, we will raise our newborn together.

His words, which were meant to be an appeal for forgiveness and were laced with desperation and regret, served only to highlight the awful truth of his adultery and the weakness of our shared past.

Jack’s confession came gushing out, a heartbreaking symphony of words pleading for pardon, and it transformed my life forever. His tears, which had formerly symbolized our shared joy and sorrow, were now springing from a deceitful well.

My heart was no longer the haven of love and trust, but rather a fortress of treachery and wrath. His pleas for forgiveness and his claims that he had only erred once echoed hollowly across the space between us.

With his voice breaking under the weight of his own words, Jack added, “It was just a moment of weakness; I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“A mistake in judgement?” I shot back, my voice strong but the tempest within of me scorching. Is it by that name that you mean? A moment that disregards our family’s fundamental principles and betrays years of mistrust?

He reached out, seeking the comfort of a touch that had once soothed and united us, but I pulled back, our physical distance now more than mere proximity. “Jack, I thought we had overcome the challenges. that when we banded together, we could conquer any challenge. But what about this? “This is a hurdle too high, a breach too deep,” I said, gesturing with unsteady hands still holding the fake ultrasound.

His attempts to justify his actions and paint it as a fleeting error only made me more determined. I had never seen the man before; his once-recognizable features had been clouded by lies and negligence. Remorse and despair were all on him.

My resolve solidified when the realization of his betrayal set in. I exclaimed, my principles breaking through the emotional fog, “Jack, I can’t forgive this.” “Trust and respect were the foundations of our marriage and family, and you have destroyed both.”

The room was heavy with the silences and the broken pieces of a life we would no longer share. Resolving to face the ruins of our mutual past and the uncertainty of my future with Emma, I gathered what little self-respect and resolve I still had.

In the silence that followed, I assembled the essentials, each one representing a facet of the life I was leaving behind—a life marred by betrayal but not defined by it. Emma was my beacon of hope because she remained untouched by the hard realities of growing up complicated. Her innocence reminded me of the pure love that was still inside of me.

As I closed the door behind me, the act’s finality served as a grim witness to our marriage’s disintegration. There lay a journey of self-discovery and healing for Emma and me, one that would culminate in an honest and accountable future.

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