I wonder, would it still be called "The Empty Nest Syndrome" if the parent birds flew away and left the baby birds in the nest to fend for themselves? This year, my daughter A turned 19, and all our peers with kids of her age are busy getting them into undergraduate university programs, in acclaimed institutions in India and abroad
My name is Baquer Jawad Shirazi and I am an aspiring restaurateur/ hotelier. My parents are Marilyn and Jawad Shirazi and I was born on the 9th of October. My family is a close-knit, joint, non-practicing Muslim family. Growing up, there were four of us children who lived under one roof; my sister Shaina and my two cousins Rumi, Ryan and I.
If a gypsy fortune teller, staring into her crystal ball, 30 years ago, had given me a glimpse into my life as it currently is, I would have, in disbelief, kicked the crystal ball, gypsy, and her tent into space.But in 1990, I was a coy, bookish, introverted, and demure, final year dental school student. At my core, I have always been brutally honest and I tend to tell it like it is but back then I would have been more diplomatic.Academically I was always a good student, and since
My Dutch husband and I met and fell in love in Bahrain and were married in 2001. We lived in Mumbai and then relocated to the Netherlands. In December 2008 after a few rounds of fertility treatments, we were blessed with a beautiful baby boy whom we named “Tristan”.Tristan was born into a room of Dutch doctors chanting “Aum” because I have a tiny tattoo which they spied while giving me my epidural. It was a very serene experience for me to have him come into the world with one