Me and my fiancé have known each other for about six years, but we’ve only been together for a fraction of that time. It’s funny to think about how six years ago we had no idea that we would end up together, and that in six short months from now, we will be becoming husband and wife. But that’s hardly anything new or surprising. What most people find fascinating, or even unbelievable, is the fact that we live on opposite sides of the world!
For those of you that don’t know, my fiancé, Nadeem, lives in the USA while I live in Australia. We met and bonded over being Hyderabadis living in the Western world, and even though we didn’t properly speak till two years later, we kept tabs on each other through social media (aka stalked each other online).
The topic of divorce in ethnic communities is one which is often swept under the rug. It’s never discussed, and it’s very rarely practiced. Unfortunately, this isn’t because we have communities full of happy families and healthy households, that isn’t the case at all. It’s because of the strong stigma that we attach to the word divorce itself. Something that needs to change.
For centuries the act of divorce has been such a taboo in ethnic families. It’s finally something which is becoming (ever-so-slightly) more common – but even now, the stigma surrounding divorce is ridiculous. It’s unfortunate in our society that many people feel more comfortable living in abusive relationships, than they do seeking help or removing themselves from toxic relationships out of fear of being ostracized or criticized by the people around them.
In the spirit of the upcoming Independence Days for India and Pakistan I’ve decided to base this week’s blog post on my somewhat rare experience of belonging to both these countries. For those of you who don’t know, my maternal family is from Hyderabad in India, while my paternal family is from Karachi, Pakistan.
Growing up as being Half-Indian and Half-Pakistani was pretty cool, but also pretty confusing. As a child I was jokingly asked by family and family friends which nationally I associated myself with. “Tum Mummy ke jaise Indian ho? Ya Papa ke jaise Pakistani?” “Are you Indian like your mum, or Pakistani like your dad?” I was unsure of my identity growing up and felt as though I had to pick and choose between who I was. I went back and forth between what I identified myself as, and it took me 20-odd years to fully appreciate myself as being both. Belonging to two countries that hold animosity for each other is difficult, and it’s had upsides and downsides. From my experiences, here are the perk and perils of being Half-Indian and Half-Pakistani:
If the history of Australia had been condensed into 24 hours, non-Aboriginal people would have only been here for five minutes. I read about this newfound information on Thursday, and found it to be very fascinating. When I turned to the comments however, I was shocked to see hundreds of racist comments. This week’s post is a response to the perceptions that many people surprisingly hold.
A link to the original article I read, whose comments led me to writing this post, can be found at the bottom of my post.
Travelling is so refreshing, and it teaches us so much. When we travel, we never come back as the same person that we were when we left. Instead, we come back more informed, more cultured, and usually more rested (emotionally and mentally albeit not always physically) versions of ourselves.
I’ve compiled a list of 8 reasons why I think travelling is so refreshing and soothing. Here it is!
Eid Mubarak everyone!
I’ve been MIA for some time, but like the Eid ka Chaand*, I have once again resurfaced! My website actually crashed a few months back, and I had to manually set it all up again, and re-upload previous posts. There were some things that I was unable to back up – but the general essence of the blog is the same!
I’ve picked up more classes at work, and now have four Year 11 classes that I teach, which is a whole lot of fun, but also a whole lot of work! Which is why it took me so long to get my blog back up and running, but now that the main job is done, I’m hoping to continue maintaining this space and uploading posts frequently!
Hope everyone celebrating had a blessed Eid!
See you guys soon,
*crescent moon sighted for the Muslim celebration of Eid
Happy New Year everyone! Just like that, another year done and dusted. Where is the time going?!
There’s been so much talk about how horrible a year 2016 was for everyone, but being a total optimist, I feel as though there’s always some good in the bad. The bad shapes you to be a stronger and wiser person, while the good times keep you moving forward. There’s always a bit of good in the bad, and a little bad in the good *yin yang style*. And as such, while 2016 was a trying year for some, I can’t help but focus on my highlights of the year.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
I absolutely love Christmas, like a lot of people, it’s my most favourite time of the year! There’s just something about the fairy lights, pretty decorations and joy in the air. Gotta love the Christmas spirit! What’s more, being an Aussie, this is the time of the year in which we have our Summer break. So Christmas to me, means holidays for weeks! Can’t be mad at that!
I took Indigenous Studies as an elective when I was in university and it was the best decision I could have made. Since I work in a school with a large number of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander students, the knowledge that I gained from partaking in Indigenous Studies at university has been really handy. While I understand that not every teacher will work with Indigenous students in their career, I still think it’s essential that Indigenous Studies be compulsory for all teachers during their training.
I was covering an English class for an absent teacher one day and had a student ask me what the difference was between an Aboriginal person and an Indigenous person. I was more than happy to answer the student’s question. There was a second teacher in the classroom that day, who was taken aback with my answer. He’d had no idea that there was a difference between the two and was surprised that I was able to provide an answer. Honestly speaking, he’s not the only one at all. Most people don’t seem to know that there is a difference and it’s quite sad how limited our knowledge is on the subject. We’re living on Aboriginal land after all, but we haven’t even educated ourselves about their very basic facts.
You’ll often find people discussing the outfits and makeup present in the shows that they watch. “Kal wala episode dekha? Uska suit kitna acha lagraha tha na?” (“Did you see yesterday’s episode? How great was her outfit?”)
Okay, I know, checking out the latest outfits and trends are all part of the fun of watching serials, I’m guilty of it too, but what you’ll rarely find people discussing are the highly relevant social issues that are addressed through the plots. If you’re familiar with Pakistani serials you would have heard of (or have obsessively watched) Mann Mayal, a Pakistani serial which just came to an end after 33 episodes. While this infamous Pakistani drama had some remarkable faults, if there was one thing it managed to do, it was bring to light some important issues.