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^ About what? Is that a place? Where? In the US?
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My daddi was pregnant with my daddy when they moved from India to Pakistan in 1947. He had four older sisters and two older brothers. Typically, they were very poor, but my grandparents fought for their kids to be educated. As a result of their hard work and perseverence, they were very successful. My puhpos were all educated, worked and even traveled abroad while single. My father was set to take his law school exams when on that day his dad died of a heart attack. 
But my dad went ahead and took his exams wihtout his family’s knowledge. He told them that he ws going to the post office (it was quite far). He came in the top 10 of his class.
My ammi and bro, who was five years old, came to NYC in summer of 1984. She came here and has been the typical housewife for the next 20 years. My dad was very traditional back then, his mother and sisters wanted someone who was educated, worked, u kno someone who fit their lifestyle, but he wanted someone like my mother. he wanted someone simple, someone who didn’t work, I guess the opposite of what he was raised with. My dad loved her, but his family hated her. His mother and sisters, save for one, and even his bros treated her like shiit and made her life a living hell–now u can c why i hate the idea of livign with in-laws. Going to school, getting an education, working out side the home, even learning English was never an option for my mom here.
I know some of this stuff sounds like the nightmare guy from LIfe1, but that’s how it was. I’m sure all our parents did stuff that we cud never comprehend but still we love them unconditionally. My mom says my dad changed totally after I was born. He was/is a good husband to her, better than most I would say, he wasn’t a tightwad, he never raised a hand towards her and he never made her feel bad for gaining weight, never told her she was ugly or she shud lose weight, like I’ve heard so many desi men wondering why their wives r so overweight after having children 
And it’s so strange, as strict as he was about a wife, he wants me to get a masters, to be very educated and stuff. 
Now hes chillin in Lahore, playing with the chicks on his farm. Yeah my dads livin the life. 
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^ awesome.
my dad, he's from a village not too far from the indian border about 45 minutes from sialkot. his dad was a schoolteacher in the village, and he died when my father was 16. My dad studied mechanical engineering and didnt used to be religious until after our grandfather died and all. Anyways, so later he came to the US and lived with his uncle for a few months and then returned to pakistan to get married to a beautiful young lady whom he didn't meet until the shaadi day itself!! Anyways, then he left back for america alone and studied at some cheap college and wrote my mother love letters because she was back in pakistan hahahah and then once my mom got her green card and all that she moved here too and now my father has 5 rolling kids and owns his own small business in the DC area for mechanical engineering.
Imagine that. What are the chances of my dad getting this far? He was the only one from his class back in the village that ever ended up living in America. When he first came to this country, he didn't know anything, and he was really conservative....didn't know many people, so I guess it was pretty boring for him. anyways so now he's been in this country for almost 30 years and is the smartest and most experienced person i know.
the end. :)
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Yeah, God knows the immigrants of today are not that conservative. THey come here and i’ts like a fat kid in a candy shop, all the stuff they’re forbidden they get it freely. The guys of today will have hteir fun and then say these women are slutty whores and that girls in Pakistan are much cleaner and simpler 
Yeah so lussi, tell us about your experiences when you moved here 
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^^ I don’t say such things 
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First of all: Amsterdam is not a country. It’s the capital of Holland.
Secondly: Yes, this is a problems that many immigrants here in Europe have. Even if they are well educated, they would spend one or two years just learning the local language (which is German in the case of Austria). Only then they can go and try to find a proper job and even that is difficult, because they don’t speak the local language fluently.
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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.
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My uncle and my dads friends had been telling em to come to american ever since he started working but he thought that it would be bad for us, we would be "bigre" how n what not, but then when he realized he was gonna have to send his kids over here anyways, hes like why not the whole family just move there. It was a spur of the moment kinda thing, I felt like a celebrity when we told ppl we were moving here hehe. We had alll these dinner invites, and a work party for dad in a nice ass hotel, lol everyone was so nice to us cuz they thought we could get em the visa. Even our mulvi !
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So when did you move here? ..and is your family back in Pakistan now, and you’re just living here?
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Hahha. Yea one of my cousins, he’s the biggest FOB ever. He moved here a couple years ago and started living with us and all, and we tried being nice to him and make him feel welcome. Well, this guy is just straight up arrogant and he’s a bit too confident of himself. Anyways, so his first few months here he would walk around acting like nothing in America could impress him. He refused to eat any American food and whenever my dad would show him a building or something he’d just be like ‘oh yea they have stuff like that in lahore, too’, as if it was like some kind of a competition.
So later, he returned to Pakistan to get married (God help that woman), and he went around gloating that he just came from America and he was filthy rich and blah blah blah. He’d say mean things to friends and family back in Pakistan like ‘how can you all live like this?! in america…yadda yadda yadda’.
That’s not cool man.
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Well my story ok being a Pakistani immigrant is kinda different your typical paki. I came to the US in 7 th grade stayed till College and then went back to Pakistan. :) Well Im 23 right now and in Islamabad. When i first came to the America i was like wow its so much more cleaner much more orderly than Pakistan. The highway system was really good. The big markets and big grocery shops were so new to me. They were so different then buying your vegetables from an open fruit market like the 'Jummah Bazar' in Islamabad.
Then I quickly learned to speak in American accent and hung out with kids that played and listsned to alot of variety of rock and heavy metal music. I really got intrested in the heavy music like death metal, melodic metal, black metal. Thats where i differed from normal pakistani kids. I became a metal kid.
We used to hang outs play music, play shows, have alot of fun basically. And made some money while we are at it. After college i decided to go Pakistan I wanted to start a metal band there becuase the music scene is getting pretty big there. And bands are getting alot of exposure because of alot of music channels are now on air. Now i work at Askari bank in Human resource department and i have my own band. We play some underground shows in Islamabad and Pindi.
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Wow cenotaph thats a really unique story.. nice :k: Btw, my cousin is one of those metal goth kids too..
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The following is written by a parent (which I came across some time ago). It's deep, emotional and beautiful especially the ending.
(Ignore my typing mistakes..)
Circumstances occurred through fate
In a short time my family is left with an empty plate,
As eldest sibling this responsibility I must take,
for my widow mother and her children's sake,
This home and life I never dreamt to leave,
A seperation that my loved ones bereaved,
with a family's future in mind,
I set across this dusty land for work to find,
Some hard labour here and some hard labour there,
Earning to feed myself but not enought to share,
Fighting before the elders to prove myself capable,
My destiny to them become foreseeable,
long routes over the hills and roads we took,
passing unfamiliar faces which often stopped to look,
welcome to destination Hong Kong,
this is where my roots will become strong,
through hardship I had become mature,
determination was my dine for sure,
though contact with home was limited,
thinking of mouths to feed,
I stayed committed,
saving for the sole purpose of my family's pleasure,
their future and their happiness for me a treasure,
years travel by even decade,
to this day the situation has not differed,
only when my siblings and their families stop taking me as an asset,
will fate become lenient
and give me time to rest...
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phatto, what do you mean by here?
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It was easy for me. When I was 1 year old I left Pakistan so my first experiences of life were in an American compound in Jeddah, Saudia Arabia, and going to the American school (at the time called NCS, North Campus Shool).
Basically, it meant I spent my early childhood in a totally westernised setting in Saudi Arabia, so when I moved to the Uk there was no culture shick for me at all. Everything worked the way I had been raised tothink it worked.
Similarly when I moved to Canada. In terms of the population mix, mentality, political and economic systems, Canada is more or less Britain in North America. Easy shift.
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Oh wow. Can I have your autograph?
I can play the drums. Kinda. I’m more of an amateur I mean I learned from a friend a while back. I suck.
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Those were questions, they serve no purpose but to enlighten me.
Statements, on the other hand, have meaning. Questions do not.
Were you planning on answering?
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I like traveling. Did you mind moving around so much as a kid?
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So much? I could hardly mind moving around when I was 1 year old and moved to Saudi, and moving to the UK was just a case of un-learning that stupid American accent I learned at the school in Jeddah, and learning to talk in proper (British) English.
And I wasn’t a kid when I moved to Canada, i was 23
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^ What was your favorite country to live in? Do you know Arabic?
Maddy, we've already been through this convo. Don't make me pull up that thread where you ADMITTED that American English had the proper pronunciation. You googled it yourself and said I was right. Kasme you did.