So when queen of the lips, Kylie Jenner, unveiled the secret ingredient to her youth (obviously apart from being a teen and millionaire), we jumped at the opportunity to learn more.
In the latest episode of Keeping up with the Kardashians, 18-year-old Kylie tells her mum, Kris Jenner, that she “just learned that you can eat the skin off of a kumquat.”
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For those of us who’ve not been acquainted with the citrus fruit, they are teeny-tiny small burst of flavour – and you don’t have to peel the skin!
“I love kumquats,” the teen gushed on her website.
“I grew up with kumquats and I’m obsessed with them. They’re really good. They’re kind of like little sour oranges, if you’ve never had them before.”
Kylie, though some may not be able tell, is loving the teeny tiny fruit.
We can all garner Kris’ thoughts on the unsuspecting member of the citrus family.
Apparently mum, Kris, has not indulged in the fruity delight, quickly deciding it was “so disgusting!” upon tasting it.
But before you decide to dash away from the fruit, King Kylie might just be on to something.
Unlike its small size, turns out the humble kumquat boasts a bucket load of health benefits!
You’re so little, yet you pack a punch!
Like your curvier and sweeter cousin, the orange, the kumquat also grows on trees.
Made up of a wide variety of essential oils that can help with common ailments like a sore throat, plus it is filled with fibre, potassium, calcium, Vitamin C, beneficial fats, and vitamin A.
100grams of the fruit have 71 calories.
They have the ability to improve the immune system, regulate your digestive system, reduce your chances of developing diabetes, lower your cholesterol levels, boost the health of your skin, teeth, eyes, and hair, strengthen your bones, and improve nerve health.
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Not bad for a bite of sour fruit!
Nutritionists recommend aiming for a handful of the sour bursts – which we’ve estimated to be about 8 kumquats. Amazingly that tiny amount holds 10grams of fibre which will make your digestive system sing (for all the right reasons).
The reputable chef may want to make a yummy jam, preserve or even a cocktail – but we have no problem just eating it the way nature intended it… Just the way it is!
Kylie Jenner, we hate to say it but you just may be onto a winner!
Scientists have made serious warnings about the supposed health benefits of popular vitamins and supplements.
A report on Four Corners last night exposed the increased risk of life-threatening conditions after taking too much vitamin E, C and D, which could lead to prostate cancer and heart disease. It has also been found that fish oil and weight loss tablets can cause harm.
One weight-loss pill linked to liver failure is OxyElite Pro Super Thermo capsules, with the Therapeutic Goods Authority putting a warning out for Australians.
In March, ABC reported that since 2011, at least six Aussies have had to undergo three liver and three kidney transplants for taking the herbal supplement.
After taking half a bottle of OxyElite Pro Super Thermo capsules, U.S Navy chief petty officer Cynthia Novida’s eyes started to turn yellow as a result of her liver failure and she needed a liver transplant. She now has to take 19 pills to keep her condition under control.
Cynthia
According to the special investigation by the New York Times and the PBS Frontline, she and more than 100 others are taking legal action against the makers of OxyElite Pro, USP Labs.
OxyElite Pro
The US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) doesn’t conduct reviews into dietary supplements before going on the market, meaning that people can’t always assume everything in a supplement store is safe to use.
Dr Paul Offit, from The Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia talked about the risks of vitamin E, saying: “If you take large quantities of Vitamin E as a supplement, you clearly and definitively increase your risk of prostate cancer.”
He also said that pills containing 1,000mg of Vitamin C equates to eight rockmelons, which goes “against what nature intends.”
High as well as low blood levels of Vitamin D have been found to have a higher risk of cardiovascular disease, as well as fish oil if the main ingredient is exposed to oxygen.
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For some parents, discovering their child is homosexual is a crushing blow that destroys their relationship, but it can also open the way to self-awareness and even stronger family bonds.
When Narelle Phipps suspected her eight-year-old son Neil might be gay, she decided to ignore her fears. Ten years later, when Neil was 18, she confronted him, twice, after he attended Mardi Gras. His answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
Narelle Phipps knew quite early that her son Neil saw the world through a different prism.
“I first wondered if Neil might be gay when he was about eight,” says Narelle.
“He was our only son, but he seemed so very different to the other boys.”
“He loved rhythmic gymnastics and he’d dance around on the deck, twirling coloured ribbons in the air. His sister is five years older than he is, but he joined in her jazz ballet classes and loved it, but didn’t seem to notice that he was the only bloke. He was a gorgeous boy who made a wonderful contribution to the family because he was so lovely.”
For the next decade, Narelle did what she now describes as “a wonderful job of burying my head in the sand”.
“I just pushed that to the back of my mind and carried on,” she says. “I don’t know why. Perhaps I was hoping that it would all go away and I wouldn’t have to deal with it. But I was wrong.”
Coming to terms with the reality of a homosexual child is a difficult prospect for many parents. More than one million Australians – about one in 20 – define themselves as gay or lesbian, though many believe a truer rate could be as high as one person in 12.
While some have no trouble accepting their children for who they are, others struggle in an emotional conflict that sometimes tears families apart. Not only must parents overcome their own prejudices, they must also overcome an overwhelming assault from some of the most powerful feelings in the human spectrum – fear, grief and even disgust – many times fuelled by misunderstanding, misinformation and ignorance, and all of them destructive in their own way.
Yet, as these case studies show, it does not always have to end in bitterness and recrimination, nor in family breakdown.
When Neil was 18, Narelle and her husband Keith, an engineering consultant from western Sydney, came home from a weekend away.
“We came home to discover that Neil had gone to Mardi Gras, the annual gay and lesbian parade in Sydney, with some friends and that he had worn his sister’s silver spangly dress.
“I sat down with him at the dining room table and asked him if he was gay and he said, ‘No Mum, I’m not.’ Two weeks later, I asked him again and this time he said yes.
To my eternal regret, I handled it badly. I told him I was devastated. He needed me to understand, but some part of me wasn’t really listening. It was awful. I’m so sorry about that. I’d had 10 years to get ready for it, but I didn’t.”
Narelle and Keith left on a pre-planned holiday to New Zealand the next day.
“At the time I felt guilty about going,” she says. “I cried my way around New Zealand for two weeks.
However, I knew at the end of that time, that the most important thing was for us to stay together as a family. That was my top priority.
I thought back to when Neil was eight. I thought if he is gay, then I’ll handle it and it will be Keith who will fall apart. In fact, it was the other way around. He was a tower of strength and I was a mess.”
Keith discovered the support group Parents and Friends of Gays and Lesbians (PFLAG). He and Narelle attended their first meeting two weeks after they got back from NZ. “I thought to myself,
‘God, what on earth is this going to be like? They’ve all got gay children!’” says Narelle. “I was off on some terrible selfish tangent.
“But it was at the PFLAG meetings that I found an outlet. You listen to people and tell your own story and one day you see there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. For six months, those meetings were my fix. I needed the support and knowledge that these people were in a similar position.”
What Narelle didn’t expect was the rich vein of self-awareness that she would eventually uncover. “I started to think about me, about my reaction,” she says.
“I realised that, perhaps unconsciously, that I had brought up my children in different ways. I’d brought up my daughter to be an independent woman, but I’d raised Neil to be a good husband. That was my expectation. So I had to make this colossal shift in attitude; that his partner was going to be a bloke.”
Then she found an affirmation that she memorised. It was, “I come from a unique family that gives me unique opportunities.
It’s a family unlike any other family I know. “It resonated with such power,” says Narelle. “I would say it over and over.
Finally, I came to the certain knowledge that Neil couldn’t change who he was, and the only change that was possible was in me. It would have to come from inside me.”
Today, Narelle and Neil share a close bond. Keith died from a brain tumour three years ago. Neil is 32, and a university drama graduate and aspiring actor. He recently appeared in an episode of Packed To The Rafters as a gay mechanic.
“I think it’s important for people, for your children, to know that the most significant people in their lives accept them for who they really are. It’s a sad thing if a parent doesn’t love their children enough to accept them.”
Gillian Maury has three children, two of whom are gay. Although there were a lot of tears shed, she is now a counseller for a support group for parents of gay kids.
“I never lost sight of the fact that we are a family”
Gillian Maury knew something had changed the moment she opened her door. Her daughter Veronique, an attractive 22-year-old law student, stood at the threshold, her long, dark hair gone, her head smooth and bald.
But what Gillian didn’t understand was just how dramatic a change it really was.
“I thought, ‘Well, that’s a rather extreme hairstyle,’ ” says Gillian, a mother of three, of her daughter’s symbolic act. “Veronique had been to a conference in Perth. She sat us down at the kitchen table and told us she was gay. I thought my world had fallen apart.”
Gillian, a school counsellor, and her husband, French-born chef Jean-Pierre, were stunned. “I was distraught, that’s the only way to describe it,” says Gillian, now in her late 50s. “Everything that I had hoped for in my future – weddings, grandchildren, this ideal picture, flashed in front of me and disappeared. I remember thinking, ‘Why has this happened to me? What did I do wrong?’
Then she said something I have always appreciated. She said, ‘Some people think this is a stage, but I can tell you that for me it’s not. It’s not a choice. It’s just the way I am.’ ”
Today, 14 years on, Gillian scoffs at her former perspective. “It was all about me, about what I wanted and not very much about my daughter or what she wanted,” says Gillian.
“I see that now, but I couldn’t see it at the time. I was too busy crying.” What Gillian experienced is common in such situations, and very real. Psychologists, she says, often refer to it as “grief for lost expectations”.
Gillian’s expectations were those of many mothers – that her daughter would marry, “in a white wedding with all the trimmings”, and one day provide her with grandchildren.
“I felt that evaporate in an instant,” she says.
Like the Phipps, Gillian and Jean-Pierre sought help from PFLAG . Although Gillian, particularly, had her doubts, she eventually found their support invaluable. “I was inconsolable, sobbing and sobbing,” she says.
“I was grieving for what I thought I’d lost. I still loved her, and my other children, but I discovered that in some ways that love was conditional on them doing what I expected of them. But I loved them all enough to find out more about what was happening, to her and to us.”
From Gillian’s viewpoint, PFLAG at first seemed a poor fit. “In the first meeting someone made a joke and everyone laughed,” she says. “I stormed out and burst into tears, thinking, ‘This is no laughing matter, what’s funny about this?’ Then a woman came out and put her arm around me. She said she had been through the same thing. What we learned was if you talk about it, you can find a way through it all. If you keep talking, then there is hope.”
Ron Nunan is an ex-Queensland police officer who was raised with staunch Roman Catholic beliefs. Ron and wife Dianne had to overcome their own prejudices to accept the fact that their youngest son is gay.
‘For my generation, being gay was the greatest taboo’
For Ron Nunan, the discovery that his youngest son, Mark, was gay was like “a hammer blow to the back of the head”.
“It was the very last thing I wanted to hear. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know where to turn,” says Ron, a former police officer whose attitudes sprang from a staunchly Roman Catholic religious upbringing and a lifetime’s accumulated prejudice against homosexuals.
“For my generation, being gay was the greatest taboo. When I was a copper, homosexuality was a criminal offence. The Church said gays were evil. And all of a sudden, there I was face to face with the fact that my son was one of those people.”
Ron and Dianne Nunan, in their early 60s, had four children – two boys and two girls. Mark was the youngest. At about 16, he had problems at school.
He became depressed and his grades dropped off. One night Ron asked him if there was something wrong. Mark’s reply shocked him.
“I was going through a bad time and was angry,” says Mark. “I blurted out that I thought I was gay. Dad told me it was just a stage and from then on he only referred to it as ‘my little problem’.”
Ron admits he didn’t handle it well, either. “I pushed it back under the carpet and hoped that it would all go away,” he says.
“I told him it was a stage he was going through and that it would work itself out.”
Mark confided in a family friend, who suggested he see a psychologist. During the next six months, Mark’s depression and grades improved and he seemed to be back on track. Yet the prospect that he may have a gay son gnawed at Ron like a canker.
“I was terribly homophobic,” Ron says. “Every day for the next 18 months I’d pray, ‘Don’t let him be gay.’ It was like a monster sitting in front of me. I used to say terrible things to him, things I’m ashamed of now. I used to tell homophobic jokes at the dinner table, awful things. I was trying to turn him around, to stop him being homosexual.”
“In my ignorance, I associated being homosexual with being a paedophile. I remember thinking, ‘How can I have a son who could be a paedophile?’ I know now that’s rubbish, but at the time I just didn’t want him to be gay.”
Mark finished high school and moved on to university. Early in his first year, Ron and Dianne confronted him. “Mum was crying when they came in and we all sat down,” says Mark. “Mum asked me if I was gay and I said, ‘Yes, I am.’ ”
“I wanted to take him to the doctor,” recalls Dianne. “He just looked at me and said, ‘That’s pointless, Mum.’
Ron sat down with Mark and asked him what he says may be the most important question he has ever asked anyone. The importance was not in the question but in Mark’s response.
“I said, ‘How could you possibly choose this lifestyle?’ ” recalls Ron.
“He said, ‘Dad, you’d have to be mad to choose the lifestyle of a gay. It’s not an easy life. You’d have to be crazy. But it’s not a matter of choice – it’s who I am.’
“Those words made me stop and think … it was the first crack of light at the door, the idea that it wasn’t a choice. A lot of religious groups say that homosexuals are evil, but I looked at Mark and I knew he didn’t have an evil bone in his body. I never lost sight of the fact that he was my son and that I loved him.”
For Mark, it was a relief.
“I had a sense that a massive weight had lifted off my shoulders, but that was tempered by the fact that I could see that weight had transferred itself to my parents.”
Mark gave them a telephone number for an organisation called Parents and Friends of Gays and Lesbians (PFLAG), run by parent activist Shelley Argent.
“Shelley saved our lives,” says Ron. “The first time I spoke with her, I cried like a baby. I was a real mess. I said, ‘I can’t deal with this; I’m an ex-copper. She said, ‘That doesn’t matter. My son’s gay and he’s still a copper.’”
Two weeks later, they attended their first PFLAG meeting with other parents who had been through similar experiences. It was a revelation. For Ron, the openness he encountered punched through his fears. “The thing that struck me most was the idea that you can’t change it – that it’s as impossible for Mark to be heterosexual as it would for me to be homosexual, and there’s not much chance of that happening.”
Today, Mark is 27 and a graduate in journalism and arts, though he is carving out a career as a singer and songwriter based in Melbourne. He says his parents are his greatest supporters.
“We’re great friends,” says Mark, who wrote a song dedicated to Ron and Dianne about their ability to accept him for who he is, one he still performs today.
“I am so proud of how far they have come. We have a much more open, adult relationship now. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”
Five steps to understanding
PFLAG’s Shelley Argent has this advice for parents who think their child is gay.
1 Educate yourself about homosexuality and seek support for yourself and your son or daughter.
2 Give yourself time to overcome your fears and anxieties.
3 As a parent, you have done nothing wrong and neither has your son or daughter. Homosexuality is a natural sexual orientation.
4 Be mindful that depression and suicidal ideas can be an issue for the person coming out.
5 The greatest gift you can give your son or daughter is acceptance and understanding.
For more info, go to PFLAG to find a group near you.
A version of this article was first published in the January 2011 issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly. Photography by Pip Blackwood
A man has revealed the terrifying moment he and his wife realised their daughter’s “imaginary friend” was actually the “ghost” of a child who had died in their house.
The father Eric, said he was not perturbed when his three-year-old daughter Rebecca started babbling about a boy called Jonathon.
“She always talked about her friend Jonathon,” the man wrote on Reddit. “We had no idea who he was; she didn’t go to school yet.
“She still had this obsession with her closet and often said Jonathon was hiding in there. She would take us to the closet, say that Jonathon is in here; we would open the door and was greeted by her clothes and toys.
“The story didn’t alarm us; we assumed she had a little imaginary friend and what child didn’t? We thought it was cute.”
When Eric’s wife became pregnant again, they decided to move to a bigger home, selling their bungalow to young couple with no kids.
Four months after his family moved out, Eric got a call from the new owners. While renovating, they had found a long-forgotten and barely visible trapdoor in the back of Rebecca’s old closet.
The trapdoor led to a void that contained a box that chilled Eric to the core.
“I asked him what was in the box. ‘Just some old baby photos and some baby clothes’ he expressed.
Ghost hunters are set to investigate the spooky happenings inside a mortuary-turned-nightclub after a little girl was caught on camera running through the building.
The American music venue, The Chapel, has long been suspected to be haunted however this new footage has confirmed what many have believed for so long.
CCTV footage shows a janitor closing up and turning off the lights before a young girl is seen running up to the door and then fleeing.
A cleaner has previously claimed to have seen the ghost and refuses to go back there, The Mirror reports.
The Chapel was once a funeral home and the room the ghost was filmed in used to be the embalming room.
Andrew Milburn was working at Leeds General Infirmary on Friday night when he decided to send a picture of the hospital’s Clarendon Wing just before he started his night shift.
Now it seems Milburn, 21, unexpectedly managed to capture a spooky figure in the shot.
“My girlfriend asked me to prove I was at work so I sent her a picture as I walked to my office,” Milburn told the UK’s Daily Mirror.
“Unbeknownst to me at the time it appears that I captured a ghost figure in the corridors.”
“I have since put this picture on Facebook, it has received thousands of likes and comments and has been shared as far as America.”
Milburn added: “It has also been shared on to paranormal investigator groups, many of which believe the picture is real.”
So what do his colleagues make of the hospitals unexpected visitor?
“Now people are a bit scared, and apprehensive about going to the loo,” Milburn said.
And while many on the interwebs have been accusing the hospital worker of doctoring the image Milburn says he doesn’t have a habit of encountering poltergeists.
“I didn’t used to believe in ghosts,” he told the Mirror. “I was always a skeptic.”
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When I was a missionary at Youth With A Mission in Newcastle, NSW, we had to admit our sins publicly in order to be closer to God. Not being able to openly admit your faults meant you were not humble enough to allow God to “go deep”, so people were encouraged to share their deepest intimate secrets.
If you admitted to being homosexual you also needed to change and not be gay. Homosexuality was not permitted in the interdenominational missions organisation. Neither was masturbation.
Hearing God was something that we all strived to do. The seven steps for hearing God’s voice was something we revered, and struggling to hear God’s will was a sign of failure, and that you needed to be more devout. Following guidelines such as allowing our own desires, reasoning and imagination to die, was just part of our everyday teachings.
We weren’t expected to think for ourselves on the big decisions, we needed God to answer for us. Sometimes our leader would ask us what God wanted us to do in certain situations, and if we didn’t give the answer he expected he would make us pray more, and come back with a different answer. He would reply, “that’s not what God is telling me,” and he would send you away to pray on it some more until you came up with the “right” answer.
I did my best to hear God, but looking back it was probably all in my own head. I’ve now had conversations with people who have also left the cult and they all admit to making stuff up just to be accepted.
I grew up with strong religious beliefs. I was born into a heavily religious household and my father was an evangelical preacher with The Brethren Church. We were a missionary family in Ecuador until I was seven. When we came back to Canada my father didn’t want us to be in public schools so my mum tried to homeschool us. The homeschool literature that was used was extremely fundamentalist Christian, the same literature as the Duggar family on TV.
My dad preached from the pulpit, often guest pulpit at other churches, but my father did not practice what he preached. He was a zealot who was very unpredictable in his behaviour and his punishments. He abused us emotionally, spiritually, physically. It made me question my father as a man of God, but not my faith in God.
I couldn’t get away from my family fast enough so I moved out at 17. I wanted to travel the world so at 19 when I was heard of a discipleship training school with Youth With A Mission it seemed perfect. I was 19, and the church leader was charismatic and engaging. I was really searching for a father figure so I found him really intoxicating.
He was so much closer to God than I was and he could hear God more than me so I wanted him to like me – platonically- and I wanted to be like him, so I could be closer to God too. He had his favorites, though, and they were given special tasks and if you were not a favorite it was very difficult to advance in the order.
We all worked for free. There was an entire base to run and a café, kitchens, and cleaning duties. Everyone was given jobs according to their abilities, or “gifting” as it was known. If you wanted to change jobs or had any queries as to how things were run you could only address the leaders, but they decided what your gifting was, it had nothing to do with your actual interests. No gossip or discussion of how things were run was allowed between members.
We were not permitted to be alone or flirt with the opposite sex. We were adults ranging from 18-23 years old yet we could not even walk to the shop with someone of the opposite sex without a chaperone. We couldn’t be alone in a room ever, and sometimes even the same sex was questioned. You could get permission to date someone but it was almost seen as a betrothal and if the leader had someone else in mind as a match he would not grant permission, saying it was not what God wanted.
This constant observation and questioning of our behavior rendered me unable to make decisions for myself until I addressed this in therapy after I left. I struggled with the ability to critically think and make choices. I feared retribution for the wrong decision even in simple tasks, like speaking to the wrong person, or being too close with them in a room, but my therapist helped me to process not needing to hear God for decision making, but using the brain God gave me instead.
I started to have doubts about the Church after three years, and whenever I approached the leaders with questions I felt they deflected me with YWAM answers like “How can I serve you in this?” “What is God telling you you need to do?” and nothing ever got answered.
All of the questions started to not add up for me, and the final straw came when I needed to go home to Canada for medical attention but getting permission to leave was really hard, I knew then that this was not a good place. This religious zeal was hiding a cult that just wanted to control impressionable young people and create a community of drones.
I married a man who also left the cult. We became very close in there and we both understand each other’s experience. We now still both have faith, but we cannot be a part of organized religion as the church has many triggers for us that takes us back to a difficult time in our lives, but we still believe in God and we know that turning away from a cult that is negative for us spiritually will not make God see us differently.
A response from Youth with a Mission:
“We were saddened, surprised and dismayed at the publishing of an anonymous letter regarding our organisation last week.
Saddened, to hear that someone who has allegedly attended our organisation, could be experiencing such pain and anguish. We only have compassion for people who have attended our programmes in the past. I would welcome meeting with your anonymous writer in an effort to reconcile differences, in the hopes that the pain they so obviously carry, might be mitigated.
I need to point out to your readers that the message published, along with the allegations reported, are simply not true. The idea that for example we would work to stop people leaving, force folks to confess shortcomings, or dictate romances, is ludicrous. People who know us appreciate our values led sincerity.
Externally-controlled cultish practice, as alleged, doesn’t exist. It’s absence is proving in the sincerity of convictions held by the people involved.
We are an open and community orientated organisation and have been serving Newcastle for decades.
We do equip and train people, helping them to be kinder and stronger and better citizens, while respecting their personal domain. While it may not be the intention of your publication to vilify community organisations, this piece was published anyway and has tarnished the extraordinary community services our staff are involved in.
If requested we would be more than happy to provide more information on the works we do in our community and give live recommendations showing our good reputation and standing both locally and internationally.”
David Stephenson, YWAM Newcastle Managing Director.
We’re all guilty of taking a selfie at some point, whether it’s when we’re on holidays, with our family or quite simply, because our make-up looks amazing!
But this man has taken it a step further.
His profile picture on dating app Tinder has gone viral thanks to the inappropriate nature of his photo.
He’s seen smiling in his firefighting gear, in front of a burning house.
The television host is known for his extensive knowledge and passion for sharing his views when it comes to the world’s big issues, but the one thing Waleed Aly has never opened up about was his son Zayd’s autism.
That is, until now.
In a new interview with TV Week, the father-of-two got candid about his son’s diagnosis.
Affectionately describing his boy as a “lovely little man”, the Gold Logie winner tells the publication that thanks to an early 2011 diagnosis, his nine-year-old is making excellent progress.
“Because of the early diagnosis, he was able to get the support he needed. He’s just coming on in leaps and bounds.”
“It’s lovely watching him grow through all these things,” he added.
The doting dad always puts his kids first.
Speaking of his and his wife Susan Carland’s choice to remain tight-lipped, the popular television personality winner: “I’d decided I wasn’t going to talk publicly about it, partly because I thought it’s his call.”
“But I had a really good chat to Susan, and we spoke about whether it would be a good thing for us to do. And this was before I was on The Project.”
Following a feature segment on the Channel Ten show, Waleed decided that “the seal was broken” and went on shortly after to write an opinion piece with the Sydney Morning Herald against the anti-vaccination movement, describing himself as “the father of an autistic son.”
“Crazy hair day at school!” Mum Susan Carland captioned this sweet pic of their son.
It was a big moment for the doting dad and his wife of 14 years, who rarely show aspects of their private life to the public.
The low-key couple married in 2002, and remain one of Australia’s most admirable pairs.
Just last week, upon winning his first gold Logie, Waleed thanked his adoring wife in the most touching way.
“She’s a seriously a huge source of support for me but she’s so much more than that – a challenge, a provocation and an inspiration,” he said.
“It’s a privilege to be able to share my life with you so thank you very much.”
Waleed and Susan share children Aisha, 13, and Zayd, nine.
See Waleed’s sweet acceptance speech in the video player below!
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“She’s sharper, wittier, funnier and infinitely more charming and likeable and I’m really glad she doesn’t have my job because otherwise I’d definitely wouldn’t have it.” Waleed is besotted with his darling wife.
