Stories of Pakistani Immigrants

[phatima]

Re: Stories of Pakistani Immigrants

@TheNewWannaBe

Are you serious phatto? I thought this thread was supposed to be funny.

My grand dad was a senior official with a major telecom under british rule what is known as PTCL in Pakistan now. He died when my father was in his teens. My father studied business and joined the same telecom. Then he changed a few jobs. Many people suggested him to migrate to Canada/US. Those days it was a craze but he wasnt insterested. A well known recruitment agency in Pakistan offered him this opportunity in the middle east. He wasnt interested in it either cz he was happy with what he had. But these people at the agency told him not to miss it. So, he decided to give it a try.

After 25 years, he made some wrong decisions. Quit his job, started business with a dishonest partner. Blew everything. Then someone very closed to his heart who he considers his ‘mother’ advised him to move back to Pakistan for the sake his daughters. The thing was that her son was old enough by then and she wanted him to settle down with my younger sister. Sh!t is what she cared about his daughters. My older sister was already married here.

My father’s decision of moving back, he often told me was because of me but once there, all he received was constant pressure from her ‘mother’ to get his younger daughter married to her son. Im glad that my sister plain refused it. My father wasnt worried for her either as she was very young. All he was worried was about me. The only unique sample among all his children. Because I was refusing all the proposals (some strange guys, you see), one day he said, “I think you should seriously consider your computer for marriage.” I instantly said, “Im ready.” He only smiled.

We had moved back but not completely. We were still visiting this place every couple of months. I had understood by then I did not relate there (Pakistan). So, while on one of our trips here, one day I said to myself, “Im not going back. I will live my life in any way I had to but will not live it the way people expect a girl to live (getting married, having children).” Even the thought of marriage had started to nauseate me.

I started serious efforts in job search. Something I could be proud of, not just anything. After 6 months of working hard and constant search, God sent me an angel and… here I am. I would love to move back to Pakistan at any day but the experience of living life there was not so happy. I think the place did not suit me.

Now that I am bored again, I need to move on. I dont know where I’ll go.

So when did you move here? ..and is your family back in Pakistan now, and you’re just living here?