Baby

Baby, baby, baby...

A baby has been born into our family. A new Khan. The newest Khan. He is the son of my only brother and I hope the first child of more to come.

He was in a rush to meet us as he arrived at 1:52 am on a beautiful sunny day on the 14th. March, two weeks before his due date. Much anticipated and worried about by his aunts, uncles and twelve older cousins. He arrived  amidst much rejoicing and celebrations, and he entered our hearts.

When babies first begin to make their appearance, they bring feelings of apprehension, anxiety and pride, love and many many questions. When my first was nothing more than a bump the size of an apple on my then oh so flat tummy, I turned sideways to make sure there was confirmation of what the doctor had found. Yes there it was, a small bump below my belly button that told me I was carrying life. I couldn't believe it!! Life in me! An over whelming feeling to say the least. Motherhood has it own pit falls and wonders all in a given hour.

My husband always remind me of how I would say, "Never, never, never again would I ever have another child" every morning when the bathroom sink got most of my face time and witnessed the heaving and hurling that reminded me that my gastro intestinal tract was being rudely re arranged to make growing room for a new human. When she was born, I called him as I was being wheeled back to my room and told him, "I don't mind having another one". He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Five kids later and I don't believe the audacity of my words and my body's ability to support five babies. But mothers are tenacious and  seldom back down from their responsibilities.

Mika Khan is our newest Khan and he has entered a world where technology is moving sometimes faster than the speed of light it seems. A world that seems upside down with everything that's going on. A world where beauty, hope, love, compassion, intelligence, freedom and everything worthwhile exits. He will be surrounded by love, friendship, care and devotion

I know his parents will give him the best life possible for him and he will have the benefits of many older cousins and aunties and uncles. His dad is still considered the "cool uncle" with his wide horizons and broad spectrum of interests, and if I know my brother well, he will be exposed to a world of experimentation, exploration, and excitement.

Hello world, here comes Mika Khan. Oh baby!!!

Bibi Part Deux

Here we go again with the Bibi name. Please feel free to revisit the blog post from June 2011 ~  Bibi

It has been a while since I've blogged and I've missed doing so. I've decided to re open or re hatch the discussion of the name thing. Most people when they choose the name to be given to their offspring, chose names they think will be the best one for their new person.

I was given the very pretty and unusual name of Shaeeza. Well, it is my official middle name with Bibi as my first name, but that is the subject of another blog post mentioned afore. I gently suggest you read it so the rest of what I say would make some kind of sense. I was thusly named Shaiza, so spelt by the registrars who thought it very unwise to have the parents of babies born in the British colonies fill out official name forms. Many a sad story has been told about the mistakes made in registering babies' names. Most misspelt, horribly documented with extra or missing consonants, vowels, or just plain butchered beyond recognition. Many just learnt to love their name as is and many changed it as soon as they could by deed poll.

However I learnt my name as Shaeeza, I spelt it that way, wrote it that way and knew myself as Shaeeza.  Imagine the shock to my tender self when a smart mouthed teacher told me my name was not spelt Shaeeza, but that it was actually supposed to be Shaiza. I didn't know who to be angry with, my parents for not teaching me the spelling on the birth certificate or the teacher (did I mention she had a smart mouth?) for pointing out my ignorance. My nine year old self was mortified as this was the first instance I actually dared to argue with a teacher. You'd think a child would know to how to spell her own name. So very reluctantly and very sulkily and not very happy at the prospect of changing my name, I began using Shaiza as my name. Part of my bone of contention with this rogue variant of my name was simple, people seemed to have a hard time pronouncing it correctly, making me more annoyed and sulky than ever, hence sticking to the Bibi, now they couldn't possibly mess that one up could they? Turns out they can.

Fast forward to my becoming an American citizen and while I considered dropping the Bibi from my name, I changed the spelling from that dreaded Shaiza to the much more friendlier Shaeeza. Although it can seem confusing, the three vowels in a row can be easily pronounced rather than the very confusing Shaiza. 
Sha  ee  za, see how easy? Now try Sha i za! Point proven.


In all my adventures with my name I have always wondered what the meaning of my name was. Finally a few weeks ago, my very best cousin in the world had her son find out the meaning for me. Turns out, the name Shaiza means ~ firm, raised, extreme, severe. I am beginning to think that I should have let sleeping names lie. But it is my name and depends on who you may ask, it suits me very well.
I am firm.
I am raised
I am extreme
I am severe
I am Shaeeza