For those of you that moved out of Pakistan an started a new life in another country, I’d like for you all to post your stories. I always find them interesting to hear.
Like what you thought when you were first moving here (of the people, the country, leaving your family perhaps), some of your first encounters with the people living in that country, what jobs you had or courses you took, things you found strange/different, things you hadn’t learned about until after moving …stuff like that.
My father was a doctor who came to the US from Paris with bad plans:dixsi: . But he fell in love with his friend’s sister, named Nuri, my mother. They struggled for several years, especially my mother who tried to change is crazy ways, and then eventually i was born, and then my father indoctrinated me with all his bad ideas. So i just come here and spread my words of hate. Its easy to hide behind a computer and spew hate against others.
Here is something strange. In Pakistan, a weekend is just that, a weekend and 2 days off. Over here it's not only that but also a celeberation. I just found it so strange, "Hey have a great weekend", or "How was your weekend". In Pakistan, I don't ever recall saying any of that to anyone. Besides, the word "weekend" does not translate well into Urdu, which might even be remotely part of everyday Urdu. Much like a million other words.
the thing is that abcds here are spoilt..with their spiked hair, abercrombie apparel, addressing everyone as Dude. on the other end we've got gangsta wannabees with their baggy clothes, spinners on their cars and callin eact other Diggas (short for Desi Niggas). So they all are pretty screwed up in their heads.
In short these guys are nothing compared to the earlier and current generations of fobs , who are/were much more tenacious and dilligent.
Hey man you can't say that about all the ABCD's here. Yes, there's LOTS of them that are real posers and all, but I've met a good deal of good ABCD kids, too. :)
Anyways, back to the topic. Somebody share some FOB stories. :)
I was walking down the street one and this guy wearing a feather hat and jump suit asks me if I was looking for some pussy. I told him no, I am a vegeterian and don't eat cats.
OK I made this up. It's from a book about a FOB from India. An utterly hillarious book!
I got another true FOB story. When I came here, I could not believe how good looking Asian and Hispanic girls were (still are). It was like a discovery.
I was talking to this kid that moved here from Pakistan like last year with his family. We were sitting at lunch and he's like "Yaar, I can't figure this shedyool". I'm like "what?". and this went on for a minute or two until he pulled out his schedule for classes and I was like "ohhh schedule!"... then he told me that that's how they say it in Pakistan. Well basically every other country besides America.
What I am more curious about is how do Pakistani immigrants adapt in countries like Sweden, Norway, Amsterdam, France, etc. A lot of FOBs do speak English (atleast to get their meaning across) and most can read English well. In all those European countries, knowing the local language is almost a necessity. They must face huge language problems and possibly alienation.