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: