I come from Pakistan. I was born there, lived there for almost two decades and love it beyond measure. I moved here with family for school and still feel connected to my roots. The love and comfort I have found in the U.S.A. is indeed worth all the praise and recognition. I have truly found my second home here. CCBC has opened many doors for my success and provided me so much confidence. I am amazed by the extent of multicultural involvement there is in all three campuses. I find so many students from different ethnic backgrounds which make the whole environment rich in ideas, intellectual thoughts, noteworthy debates and most importantly, the prosperous love contained in the hearts of all colors and languages!!
When I tell people I am from Pakistan, I don’t always get a very positive response. People are mostly curious to know how our lifestyle is there with bombs dropping on us almost every second day. So I felt the urge to share the beauty that is wrapped in so much misconceptions and dirt that the reality is never appreciated. I think many are deprived of witnessing the gorgeous sights and smells that I have witnessed in person. Media might have done a fair amount of injustice in showing the “one-sided-story” but then I don’t blame it for not being able to see the beauty amidst the chaos and disruption created by some. I don’t think I will deny the unruly image of Pakistan that is portrayed through the frame of propaganda and the fight for power, but I will do everything to show what Pakistan really is.
Here is the description of Pakistan through the eye of some photographers.
A couple of fun facts you should know about Pakistanis! ( from my perspective … Some of them are dipped in exaggeration, but with fair amount ; )
We beleive in “your business is my business” policy and feel the need to poke our nose into everyone’s matters! good or bad, we live with it. Making sure we all walk together.
Our food will literally burn our tongue, so much so that after a while we can’t even tell if we are eating hot food! Our spices are especially imported to make sure our food is never left bland! Sometimes I feel it is an insult to the cook if we don’t have tears in our eyes or a runny nose from the spices that burn. We compete with each other to make the food HOT!
Our clothes mean a world to us.. when I say world, I mean a WORLD! colors, designs, textures.. you name it, we have it. In order to show off our entire wardrobe, we fit pretty much all colors in one dress (not always;) haha
We don’t have the concept of leaving the nest… we make another one on the same. Meaning, only the girls move out, that too when they get married and guys live with their parents and eventually support them till as long as either one dies.
We fight over who pays the dinner bill! Literally! We will not let any other person pay for the food. It is an insult to us when we are fed by others and makes us happy when we feed others. We feel burdened with favors.
Our house smells like fried onions.. Always!
Our Parents think 98% on a test is short on 2% and that it wasn’t good enough! They tell us to work harder next time. Our parents compete with other parents over 0.5% score and complain or boast about us in front of our friend’s parent!
If you just ate before visiting a Pakistani, you should know that you will be fed again, no matter how much you insist your are not hungry. If you are visiting at lunch time, it is not possible that you leave before you are fed with a good dinner… and then not to forget late night tea!
Every other older person is uncle or auntie!
There was this on a friend’s Facebook profile: “I am not just bombs, poverty and corruption. I am Edhi’s philanthropy, Arfa Karim’s brilliance and Pervez Masih’s sacrifice. I am Afridi’s exuberance and Miandad’s six. I am the fastest growing of IT industries, an ever-expanding middle class. I have fought dictatorships. I am 40,000 deaths for global peace. I am hospitality. I am the epitome of resilience and one of the bravest nations of the world. I am Pakistan!”