
Healing Broken Dreams
By Dr. Robert Naseef, Psychologist Birth of a Parent I’ll never forget the magical night my son was born. Even before his tiny body had completely emerged from the birth canal, he seemed to look all around the delivery room. Without thinking, I jumped up to stand right beside the doctor, my knees wobbling, my heart pounding. Right away I could tell that Tariq’s head was the same shape as mine. I counted his fingers and toes and watched eagerly as the nurse cleaned him and wrapped him in a blanket. He looked so cute, a perfect newborn. The nurse


