The other day, I was thinking our how our world changing, getting smaller while creating distances that were not there. Since most of us are Pakistanis here, I wanted bring up the question of identity - our shared background that allows us to talk to a stranger in the Scottish highlands who speaks in the perfectly Karachi accented Urdu despite being country for 35 years or connecting to your half-Pakistani cousin on the edge of California who has a Pashto music collection that would put you to shame. We are more connected yet a lot more distant.
Even though my family members have far flung across the globe for decades due to their banking and diplomacy occupations, our family would always connect at my grandparents house in Pekhawar. We would go to our ancestral home in Mohmand, pay respects to our ancestors, have a feast at the maliks house, and I would lie under the clear, hot sky… and feel home. Sure I was not born there, my pakhto is more than rusty, and the only cousins left there are distant ones..but that feeling of belonging and contentment can never be duplicated.
I guess the reason why I place this message in life instead of society, is because we may be living life on a day to day worrying about the material benefits.. the tangible things like cars, houses, going to college etc. Although all of those things are important and have their place, we humans are more complicated than that and we need to do things that are good for the soul. I hope that you will all stay connected to Pakistan in your own way.
Sometimes I get home sick, even though my passport is not green, my friends don’t know what the words izzat and takkaluf, and I have done well for myself professionally… but being so far away, makes me wonder about the future and the next generation..