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 Best Friend Asked Me to Help with Her Engagement Party — When I Arrived, I Was Horrified by Her Betrayal

When Oakley’s best friend Sophie ropes her into planning an engagement party, she’s happy to help, until the event turns into a nightmarish betrayal. Confronted by her cheating ex in a public proposal orchestrated by Sophie, Oakley is forced to question loyalty, love, and her own worth.

Friendships are complicated things. Sophie and I weren’t the storybook best friends who did everything together. Instead, ours was built on a shaky foundation of high school rivalry, competing for grades, sports, and even attention at parties.

Two high school girls | Source: Midjourney

Two high school girls | Source: Midjourney

But somewhere along the way, we found common ground. By college, she was the one I trusted with everything, the one who always had my back.

Or so I assumed.

When Sophie called me a few weeks ago, her voice bubbled with excitement through the phone.

“Oakley! Ryan and I are throwing a little engagement party,” she said, pausing dramatically. “It’s a surprise announcement. No one else knows yet, not even Ryan. Well, not about the party, I mean. So, I need your help.”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Of course, Sophie,” I said, genuinely happy for her. “Congratulations, bestie!”

Ryan was a sweet and lovely guy, and Sophie deserved someone who treated her well and always put her first.

“But it’s not a big thing,” she added quickly. “I want a cozy and intimate vibe, you know? Just our closest people. I’ll send out the invitations and whatnot when you’re ready with them. You’re so good at planning these events. Can you handle it?”

A woman talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t hesitate. I actually loved planning events.

“Absolutely,” I said. “Just tell me what you need and if there’s anything specific you want.”

Over the next few weeks, I noticed Sophie’s usual chatter had a strange edge to it. She was jumpy and dismissive whenever I pressed her for details.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” she’d say with a nervous laugh.

A party-planning notebook | Source: Midjourney

A party-planning notebook | Source: Midjourney

“Jinx what?” I asked. “Everything is already planned. I just need to get the cake order finalized and it will all be sorted. Nothing can be jinxed, Soph. It’s all going to be perfect.”

“You can’t be too careful…” she said wryly.

I figured it was just pre-party jitters. She’d always been a little dramatic, but I thought it was part of her charm. I didn’t question it.

By Friday night, I had spent hours arranging pink and gold balloons, fairy lights, and floral centerpieces. Sophie’s backyard looked like a scene from a romantic movie.

A backyard setup | Source: Midjourney

A backyard setup | Source: Midjourney

Sophie squealed in delight when she saw the setup.

“It’s exactly how I imagined it!” she gushed. “Thank you, Oak. You’ve made it perfect. Just perfect.”

When Saturday arrived, I loaded the last box of heart-shaped balloons into my car, excited to see Sophie’s big reveal to Ryan. He had been away for work since Thursday, and he was going to walk into the surprise engagement on his way home.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

I could already picture it:

Ryan’s stunned face, the joy in Sophie’s eyes, and the warmth of celebrating her happiness, surrounded by all their closest people.

But when I stepped into the event hall, my excitement curdled into something cold and heavy.

Jason, my ex-boyfriend, stood in the center of the living room, which now had vases of flowers and some of the pink and gold balloons all over.

A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

He wore a suit and held a small, velvet ring box. His grin spread wide, the same grin that had once charmed me and now made my stomach churn.

“Surprise!” Sophie chirped, rushing toward me with a wide smile. “Jason has been planning this for weeks! And we thought, who better to help with the decorations than you? Isn’t it romantic?”

I stared at her, the pieces slowly clicking into place.

This wasn’t Sophie and Ryan’s engagement party. This was Jason’s proposal to me.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Jason’s proposal.

Jason?!

And I had unknowingly helped decorate and cater for the entire event.

“What the hell is this?” I managed to whisper, my voice shaking as my knees almost buckled.

Jason stepped closer, the same confidence oozing from him that had once been magnetic.

A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney

A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney

“I know I messed up,” he began, as if acknowledging the understatement of the century. “But I’ve changed, Oakley. You’re the only one for me. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving it.”

My mind reeled.

Jason, who had cheated on me with a coworker, forced me into questioning my worth, and dumped me with a single text after weeks of silence, now thought this public spectacle would erase it all?

I turned to Sophie, desperate for an explanation.

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“You knew what he did to me,” I said, my voice breaking. “You knew, Sophie.”

She shrugged, smiling as if she hadn’t just betrayed me.

“Everyone makes mistakes. Besides, he’s serious now. He’s ready to commit, Oak. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? Isn’t that what matters?”

The air seemed to leave my lungs altogether.

A woman with her hands on her hips | Source: Midjourney

A woman with her hands on her hips | Source: Midjourney

Sophie had always been impulsive, but this was something else entirely.

“You thought this was okay?” I asked.

“It’s a grand gesture, Oakley!” she said brightly. “I think you’ll thank me one day.”

I had barely noticed my parents standing in the corner of the room until my mom stepped forward. Her voice was soft, pleading.

An older woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Jason explained everything, Oak. He made a mistake, sure, but he’s trying to make it right. Don’t be so stubborn, sweetheart. You’re not getting any younger, and how often does a man who wants to propose come along?”

I felt the walls close in.

My humiliation, my anger… it was all secondary to the suffocating realization that the people I trusted the most in this world were siding with him.

An upset woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

With him.

Just as I turned to leave, Noah walked in carrying the cake box I’d asked him to bring in. I wasn’t going to trust myself to carry it with my heels on.

I had forgotten about Noah. But seeing him made me feel better. He had always been a calming presence for me.

He paused, his eyes scanning the room, his brows knitting in confusion. Then, his gaze landed on me, tear-streaked and trembling.

A man holding a cake box | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a cake box | Source: Midjourney

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice steady but firm.

Jason puffed up his chest like a rooster.

“I’m proposing to Oakley, Noah. You don’t have an issue with that, do you?”

Noah’s eyes darted to me, and then back to Jason.

A man standing with his hands in his pockets | Source: Midjourney

A man standing with his hands in his pockets | Source: Midjourney

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice softer now.

I shook my head, unable to speak through the lump in my throat.

“Then let’s go,” Noah said without hesitation.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. The cool night air hit my face like a lifeline as we stepped outside.

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing outside | Source: Midjourney

We drove in silence for a while, my thoughts a tangled mess of rage and betrayal. Finally, I told Noah everything. I expected him to offer advice or a quick solution, but he didn’t. Instead, he just listened.

Noah had been around for years, and while I told him about most things in our friendship, I wasn’t always open about talking about Jason.

Over the following months, our relationship became more intimate. Noah became a rock of sorts. He never pushed, never pried; he simply was. And when the time was right, our friendship deepened into something more.

A man driving a car | Source: Midjourney

A man driving a car | Source: Midjourney

It started out as a dinner from a drive-thru and turned into a romantic picnic in a parking lot. Noah reminded me that love wasn’t supposed to hurt or feel like an uphill battle.

As for Sophie?

It had been months since that night, months of cutting Sophie out of my life, deleting her texts without reading them, and dodging her calls. I thought I’d moved on, that I’d buried the hurt.

Then, one chilly afternoon in early spring, she showed up at the café where I was meeting Noah.

The interior of a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

The bell above the door jingled as she stepped inside, her bright smile faltering slightly when she saw me.

I froze, mid-sip of my latte.

Sophie approached with hesitant steps, her voice too bright.

“Oakley! I was hoping I’d run into you!”

I didn’t return her smile.

A woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“What do you want, Sophie?”

Her expression flickered. Disappointment? Irritation? But she quickly covered it with the kind of grin that used to fool me.

“I just want to talk. Can we, um, can I sit?”

I nodded.

“I’ve missed you,” she began, her voice soft as she slid into the chair. “I know you’re mad, but I hate how things ended. I just want to explain.”

A woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“Explain what, Sophie? That you thought it was a good idea to ambush me with the guy who destroyed me? That you cared so little about my feelings you turned my pain into some romantic gesture for Jason?”

She flinched but held her ground.

“It wasn’t like that,” she said quickly. “I was trying to help you. You and Jason… there was so much love there, Oakley. I just thought if he could show you he was serious, you’d see it too.”

“Serious? He broke me, and you knew that.”

A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

“People change!” she exclaimed. “He told me he regretted it, that he wanted to make things right. Isn’t that what everyone wants? To be forgiven?”

I shook my head.

“I thought you’d be happy! You used to love him, Oakley! How was I supposed to know you’d react like that?”

My jaw dropped.

An upset woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“React like that? You mean like a normal person who doesn’t want to be blindsided by their abusive ex in front of their family and friends?”

“You’re blowing this out of proportion, Oakley. Like you always do. I wanted you to be happy like me.”

I stared at her, the full weight of her words hitting me.

“No, you were trying to force me into the life you thought I should want. You’ve never cared about what I actually feel, Sophie. It’s always been about you.”

An upset woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“That’s not true,” she said.

“It is. Now, please leave,” I said.

Just then, the bells above the door jingled again, and Noah walked in, beaming.

Bells hanging in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

Bells hanging in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“That’s my cue to leave,” Sophie huffed.

“I assume that wasn’t an apology, was it?” Noah asked.

“No,” I said with a small, bitter laugh. “But that’s okay. I don’t need her apology anymore.”

A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking away | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you:

When Lily and Jason’s son, Nathan, brings his fiancée home for the long weekend, Lily is excited to get to know the young woman. But during that weekend, she notices her husband acting strange. So, she tries to uncover what is going on with Jason — only to open a can of worms with secrets wriggling everywhere.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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