Because of the earlier loss of the two elder siblings, my brother and I lived a very pampered and protected life. Nursemaids kept constant watch. With my parents busy at dinner parties and social events, we only met them as if for a daily royal audience.

The primary school I attended in Shanghai was a very liberal one, established by scholars who had return from an education in France. The children of leading families were enrolled there, including the son of a well-known man believed to be a top gangster of the underworld!

Ideas do not always come in a flash but by diligent trial-and-error experiments that take time and thought.

My love of reading and the English language is something given to me by my parents, and I've passed it on to my children.

Left to the mercies of their communities, Muslim women and children remain in abusive households and face losing their financial security over issues like child maintenance and inheritance through the judgments of 'sharia' courts.

I'm afraid in my family we still laugh now about the fact that I was called 'stubborn' and my brother was called 'determined.'

Pro wrestling is what provided for my family.