It’s been slightly over a week since I returned from my trip to Pakistan. I was in Pakistan for only 3 months, but I think in that short period I found out more about myself than any other time in my life. Here are some of the things I’ve learned:
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The values which are instilled in those born outside Pakistan are as beautiful, if not more beautiful, than the values of those who live within Pakistan. In particular the value of ‘innocence’, which is often looked at as a vice rather than a virtue in Pakistan.
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Home, family and friends, whether they are in Pakistan or elsewhere, are the most important things you’ll ever have - hold on to them, because you really don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it.
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Working in Pakistan (or probably any other developing country) is extremely difficult. If you have dreams of giving up life wherever you are and contributing to the development of Pakistan, be prepared to make incredibly large sacrifices. And be prepared to deal with an entirely different world, with different rules - a world which can be extremely harsh for someone arriving from the outside.
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Despite what your parents, friends, and society tell you, arranged marriages may or may not be suitable for you. If you have cousins or family friends of the marrying age, than perhaps arranged marriages may be a favorable option. If not it may be a better idea to look yourself and find someone who you are attracted to, both physically and emotionally.
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Pakistan is not the angelic land some make it out to be, it in fact contains all of the social ills of the west on some level, its just a matter of time before you run into individuals participating in questionable behavior. Sexual repression combined with a desire to be ‘western’ and a ‘bollywood’ psyche has created a volatile combination of strange (somewhat perverse) behavior in both the young and old in urban areas. On the other hand, perhaps this behavior is quite understandable in light of Pakistan’s very ‘closed’ society, which shuns interaction between the sexes.
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The relationship I have with Pakistan, and many others I talk to, is one of love-hate. When there, after a certain period of time, you hate Pakistan and bitch about everything wrong with the land, its people, customs and culture, but once you leave it, you have an indescribable longing to return, which is difficult to explain or understand. You fall in love with Pakistan, its people, customs and culture - you can’t help it.
My experience in Pakistan was probably like the experiences of other foreigners - a mixed bag of good and bad. Initially I became quite depressed and frustrated after arriving in Pakistan - a feeling I also had on my last visit in 1997 (after witnessing poverty, corruption, etc). I shook that off after a few weeks.
Caught between two cultures, one western and one eastern, I’ve often found myself confused. I’ve always tried to take the best of both cultures and integrate them into my life. Living in Canada my entire life, my parents never provided me with any extensive knowledge of either my culture or religion. What little I know, I’ve learnt myself, through both my own unabashed curiosity and eagerness to gain an ‘artificial’ attachment with my parents home. In part my fascination with both Pakistan and Islam has been fueled by a partial rejection of western values and morals which I have deemed inappropriate for my particular way of life.
There have been periods in my life where I truly believed that I could completely detach myself from Canada and become integrated into life somewhere in the Muslim world, in particular in Pakistan. This summer I attempted a partial integration into Pakistan. That attempt, in some respects failed, in other respects I met some success. I think I’ve learnt that at this particular time in my life, I cannot live ‘permanently’ in Pakistan. I’ve also learnt that parts of me are truly Canadian - and those Canadian traits are something I should be proud of.
I now hope to return to Pakistan, perhaps in as short as 4 months, partially to complete some research and partially because I can’t help but miss it. I’m sure my next visit will provide me with more insights than this one.
Achtung ![]()