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On a sunny afternoon in early October 1973, my BOAC plane landed gently on to the tarmac of Beirut Airport. I had just turned 18, finished grammar school and was about to spend the next three months travelling through Lebanon, Syria, Iraq and Iran. Having only pocket...
The Galeries Lafayette in Paris is one of the most beautiful women’s fashion houses in the city. A seven-storey building, it’s a layer cake of open galleries, one placed upon the other, topped with a stained-glass dome. It was completed in 1912 in the Art Nouveau...
It was past 11 p.m. and I was attempting to meet an accounting deadline for the following morning. Christopher, my student son came storming into the room, “Pops, get to bed. You never stay up past 10 p.m. At your age you’ll have a heart attack.” For once, I listened...
My parents named me Emil Kassamali Salehmohamed Remtulla. In our small Muslim town, my middle names were that of my father and that of my grandfather, so everyone within my community knew which family I came from. Emil was given to me to remember a German who had...
Of talking to strangers. While attending night school to obtain my Canadian CPA, a fellow East Indian approached me, “Can you do my tax return?” All I knew of the man was that he was a janitor whom I’d bump into in the washroom. Instead of ignoring him, I impetuously...
Six years ago, I began to write. When strangers asked what I did for a living, I replied “I’m a world-famous author.” None of my books had been sold. I BELIEVED I was a world-famous writer. It would take time for others to catch on. One day, my mother came home early...