Many pakistani youth of western society are put in akward positions. On one hand, they must adjust to the social norms of the western society, be able to adapt, and if not readily conform: atleast show some significance of acceptance. However, on the other hand, they strive to remain in tuned to their culture, religion, morals, ethics, values, needs and priorities. In this balanced equilibrium (or unbalanced equilibrium) You’d think that looking to Pakistan as your country of orgin, as the center of your identity, as the inspiration of who we are as 2nd generation pakistani muslims. Yet when you look to Pakistan for comfort, satisfaction and overall inspiration, you end up being extremely disappointed.
Witnessing Valentines Day in Pakistan was worse enough for me. Couples making out infront of the mosque, holding hands openly and readily, clusters of girls wooing over red roses by their admirers. Man, what a bloody turn off. The country that was thought to symbolize one’s identity as a person living in two worlds ends up being so marginalized then oneself. Judge me not wrong, I love Pakistan, I will always love it, regardless of how much I disagree with so many aspects of it. I visit Pakistan every year, and even though I wasn’t born there, I will always look upon it as my second home. But can you imagine how infuriated I get when I think how hard I work in maintaining the ways of a respectable Pakistani Canadian gal, and how my own sisters in Pakistan make fools outta themselves by hitting on my Abu!
Is it just me?
We Live As We Dream: Alone. (I am not a pessimist for I have allowed Joseph Conrad to speak the truth)
[This message has been edited by Zubaya (edited August 13, 2000).]