Saturday 24 December 2011

FAQs that I come across in the Netherlands

As a Pakistani woman studying abroad, i come across people who are so intrigued to know about Pakistan and its women. Its actually very nice to explain to people where we come from and to clear their misconceptions. Ofcourse, I tend to find humor in everything and sometimes i just throw in a regular laugh to put the other person at ease. Following are some of the questions that i find most interesting and are regularly asked by my friends and colleagues here in the Netherlands.

Question
My standard answer
If pressed for a more detailed answer
Are you an Indian?
No, Im from Pakistan.
Cant you see that we are different?

But how did your family allow you to live abroad alone if you are from a muslim country?
Well, women are allowed to study abroad or wherever they want to by our religion. If someone is not allowed, that is because of family traditions.

We can always throw a tantrum if we are not given permission ! Simple.

Why don’t you wear a head scarf? All muslim women do.
Well, my religion teaches me a lot of other things that I follow, which I think are more important than just covering your head.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t and I don’t know why, but that is just the way I am !

Are all women suppressed?
No. All women are not suppressed. If they are, that’s more because of our culture than religion.

Do I look like im suppressed?
How many Talibans do you know about?

None, atleast none in my daily life.
None. I wish they could come and see Pakistan and realize what a lively country we have.
Is there a war on streets in Pakistan?
No, not at all. Life is normal.
Except maybe inside a house. Haha !

Do all men have four wives?

No, most men have only one.
I think one wife is quite a handful – but if someone wants to go bald………
How come with your education and family background, you are having an arranged marriage?
Well, in our society, arranged marriages are safer and more reliable than love marriages.
Yes, arranged marriage – Arranged by “ME” – Haha !

Do you live independently or with your parents in Pakistan?

Currently with parents, future with husband.
If I tell my parents that I want to live separately, they will think im nuts or mad at them for something ! Have to ask future husband yet if he can tolerate me in the same house. :D

Why don’t you settle abroad?
Well, I have my scholarship bond and I want to go back to serve my country.
Your country is nice and I love it but I cant help myself when it comes to my heart that lies in Pakistan !



Wednesday 14 December 2011

"azadi"-a privilege not to be taken for granted


Prat, just like that, not feigning any diplomacy and uncompromising about the conclusions drawn from his weeklong stay in Pakistan, my uncle exhibits a demeanor reflective of someone unhappy with an erring child who has gone too far in taking many privileges for granted. Last time he was here, he stayed in Daska, a small town in Sialkot that my Nanaabbu made home in 1948 as he left family and business behind to start a new life in the “azad” Pakistan. Daska is very close to the border and that’s what my grandfather and many of his generation who settled in this very "Kashmiri" city in Punjab, lived and most have now died, hoping would help them maintain contact with their hometowns. That azadi that they expected would come in 1948, didn’t come. If at all he had any regrets about his decision to settle in Pakistan, he never showed it. He raised thoroughly Pakistani kids and that’s the kind of “Pakistani nationalism” he relayed to his relatives in Kashmir too.

My uncle’s unable to comprehend the contrast between Pakistan’s hapless national affairs and the showy sophistication of the urban masses. A consistent comment on my sister’s wedding pics was, “ …muslims don’t do this in Kashmir, it’s a hindu practice” (from the garlands to stage decorations and “doodh pillai” to the ever so gaudy glitter of the ceremony itself- n let me clarify from a Pakistani perspective it was any usual wedding, leaning in fact towards the simpler of ceremonies in Islamabad), a comment reflective probably more of the insecurity felt by minorities which leads to an adamant commitment to perceived religious and “national” values as appears to be the state of muslims atleast in Indian side of Kashmir, than an educated denunciation of “alien” practices adopted by a Muslim Pakistan. However, his comments about how one can “see” a lot more money in Pakistan than 26 years ago, the affluence of Islamabad compared to Delhi and yet many more beggars too on the street than last time was definitely a sincere reflection on the rich-poor divide in Pakistan . He was concerned about the extravagance on display, for it didn’t set down well with the beggar of a country that we have turned into, and more importantly the shriveled spectacle that we present today of the messianic warrior state the Kashmiris have always looked upto expectantly. This disappointment was reflected in his response to my question about the Kashmiri aspiration in today’s geopolitical atmosphere, particularly of the Kashmiri youth. He said while any sympathy for India was completely lost on the Kashmiri muslims, from the partition generation to the current lot who have been witness to Pakistan’s u-turns in their most glaring form, their association with Pakistan depended on the way we conducted ourselves. And with that he added an endnote: You just take care of Pakistan, Kashmiris will continue to search for inspiration in their ideological affinity with Pakistan.

And then there was a list of things he wanted to be taken care of in Pakistan. He wanted us to take care of the waderas we elect into office and who continue to suck us dry and deposit all the hard earned money of the electorate in their private accounts outside Pakistan. He wanted us to take care of the frustration permeating our society, show a little more dedication to Pakistan and not run away to leave it at the mercy of money-mints. He wanted care to be taken of the leadership vacuum in this country. He wanted us to take care of the traitors that pose as leaders and sell the country’s secrets to roll back a concerted initiative to wrest control of Indian Kashmir (reference to Khalistan movement and Benazir’s alleged admission of Pakistan’s involvement and handing over of dossiers consisting of state secrets)-an example I state here not because of the merit of his argument but only so as to present the dissatisfaction at the inconsistency of the Pakistan government’s strategy vis-a vis the Kashmir issue, and the feeling of having been left high and dry just when a climax is reached on some of Pakistan’s more ambitious strategic designs. He cited also the shift in positions from an independent Kashmir as first put forward by Zia-ul Haq, which according to him presented a more realistic chance of ridding the Kashmiris of the yoke of Indian occupation. He felt that since independence was a diversion from Pakistan’s traditional stance of the state’s accession, it would be more acceptable to the national ego of the Indian administration than the plausible results of a strictly U.N. resolution defined referendum. And then worse-comes-to worst, Musharraf’s highly charged declarations defending kashmiris’ right to self determination in Agra coming to naught when he made his Chenab-formula (division of Jammu and Kashmir along the Chenab river) proposal public, reneging on Pakistan’s commitment to the U.N. resolutions. Or for that matter, the common Kashmiri’s bewilderment at the Pakistan government’s outright denunciation of militant activity after having supported it for more than a decade and in the process shunning erstwhile popular Kashmiri leadership of the likes of Syed Ali Gilani. That’s what some Kashmiris reminded my father when my parents went over to the Indian camp during haj in 2001 to meet my mother’s relative, “aap nai tau hamari peeth mai khanjar ghonp dia hai” (you-Pakistan- have/has stabbed us in the back).

All the admonition and criticism however was not coming as a judgment from an outsider. It was more like a regretful narration of one’s own shortcomings, coming from someone forcefully ripped away from the whole. And interestingly unlike us in Pakistan, who have played around with our independence and the values that were part of the dream of Pakistan, like some cheap toy and shown contentment with an elite-centric status qou as long as its fallouts don’t knock at our doorsteps, Kashmiris are not content with peace imposed at the stake of justice. It cannot erase for them the reality of graveyards brimming with the future that Kashmir was to have; the past that weighs very heavily against a “peaceful” status qou. It was a plea for us to mend our ways, lest some great harm comes to Pakistan, which for them still represents an ideal of muslim nationhood, an aspiration that they haven’t experienced as yet and still want to look upto-just like the complaining Kashmiri professor who wept as he kissed my father’s hand when he heard he was from Pakistan and said, “You are very lucky; you come from a free country.” And they do NOT want this ideal to be mutilated to an extent where the 60 years long anticipation is rendered baseless. This is probably why in 1971, as my mother narrates, on the announcement of General Niazi’s surrender in Dhaka, my grandfather rushed home, took out his prayer mat and knelt in front of God weeping uncontrollably in supplication for some miracle to undo the blot on the dream he had followed, into Pakistan.

Footnote:  This article does not claim to represent the aspirations of the population of Jammu and Kashmir. Nor does it intend to pass a definite statement on the political conflict itself. It is more a reflection on the development of this conflict and the human side of it over its 60 years long history, and on the state of Pakistan itself.

-Asma

Saturday 10 December 2011

The OTHER frame of reference

I was never a blind supporter of Imran Khan’s slogans of change and revolution, but I had always had expectations of him, ONLY because of his honesty. I had often questioned his not-so-direct criticism of the establishment, wanting him to be clearer in his goals, often questioned his tirade against only the Sharifs , and doubted his steadfastness against the ruling government party itself, or the more dangerous armed thugs in Karachi. I probably still do. A two and a half hour meeting, though, has given me a new perspective on all of that.
I met a Dutch woman who has no personal affiliation with Pakistan to be in awe of Khan for all the non political reasons (cricket, shaukat khanum cancer hospital, namal college, flood relief) a normal Pakistani would be of him. And yet, she supports him enough to actually become a member of Pakistan Tehrik-e-Insaf in Holland, contributing fully to this small group of people. And that is why, her narrative of Imran Khan is so relevant today, since she stands to neither gain nor lose anything from this battleand has no baggage attached to her.
I had often seen the name Joana (San) Ong appear in any PTI-Holland discussions on facebook, and I used to wonder whether this was just a pen name, or whether she was a dutch married to a Pakistani, having strong ties with Pakistan. I was told she was none,( not in the strictest sense at least). And therefore, not surprising then that it was not Pakistan through which she discovered Imran Khan, but rather it was Khan through whom she discovered Pakistan initially. And she is still in the process of unraveling the mystery that this nation of 180 million is to many westerners like her.
I asked her why and how? Her answer came easy,
 “Justice, equality and self-esteem are words I connect with… And as a woman interested in women rights and a campaigner against discrimination of all sorts, I was attracted to his message… While having a discussion on a face book group on discrimination in general, a gentleman from Pakistan asked me if I had ever heard of Imran Khan. I was surprised to hear of someone from Pakistan, a “terror-infested”, flood stricken poor country, having similar views about equality and justice, …I did some research, watched some of his videos, and I was hooked…”.
It was as simple as that. Joana found in Khan the path to her goal of equality, justice and self esteem-Pakistan becoming her top priority thereafter. 
Joana is yet to understand the complexities of the Pakistani constitution, the role of the president, the prime minister, or probably even how elections take place for the parliament and the senate in Pakistan. But seeing the passion and energy she has for PTI and its goals, it is quite evident that those political nitty gritties are the least of her concerns in her quest for a brighter and self sufficient future for Pakistan. Her goals are clear and her inspiration is steadfast. Though many might consider her as a one-point agenda free mover and doubt her sincerity to the political structure minus the social structure, I believe, being one not directly linked to the Pakistani social dynamics, she is in a perfect position to teach us a few lessons in understanding the ultimate goal that our founding father laid down for us in 1947; a social Islamic Republic.  She might not yet be aware of the see saw of military establishment, political feudals, pirs and mureeds that run Pakistani politics, but that should not even matter in the context of the bigger goal of “Change” that Imran Khan has put his weight behind, for “change” would ultimately cleanse everything.
Though being a political activist who believes in long term social reform ONLY through political institutions (and not just through individual shows of charity) and who thinks politics and society are but two faces of the same coin, the meeting with Joana has shown me how one can even move backwards from the ultimate social spectrum to the initial political basics.  Although some of us might not agree fully with the “political” choice she has made for achieving her social goal, we can at least try looking at Pakistan from her perspective, un wrangling ourselves from the dogmas of the “real-politik”, and then start picking our favourites.


Joana (San) Ong-PTI member (Holland)
 
How many are in for this new “frame of reference” then?
Happy Reading!
 Aisha.

Thursday 8 December 2011

Home is where the heart is........

I love Pakistan. 
Its the country where i was born; 
where i grew up;
where i spent so many years with my family;
where i made friends with whom i shared my good and bad times;

where i fell ill from missing my dad when he went to karachi for a week;
where i was educated by the teachers i admired;
where i spent the evenings of 13th august glueing jhandian on a never ending thread;
where i stood on our house roof top to watch the F-16s on 7th september;
where i sat in front of the TV all night to watch election results;
where i cheered for our cricket team; 
where our "maulvi sahab" used to give a jumma khutba in his splendid voice;
where i bargained with khan baba over the price of a suit piece;
where i ate paratha rolls and masalay wali chhalli;
where eating halva puri on sundays was a must for me;
where i had my first and last PAAN and didnt know whether i was supposed to spit it out or swallow;
where i used to run to the door at the sound of walls icecream vendor;
where i watched my brothers flying kites on basant and ALWAYS failing miserably at beating the neighbours;
where i liked going to mehndi functions and hated barats;
where i tried over a hundred ECS chappals and bought just one;

where i spent eid chand raats looking for the right bangals and the best mehndi;
where the dhol wala group used to wake up everyone way before sehri time;
where i threw tantrums when my tailor got late in making my dress for eid day;
where my mom used to put food in my mouth when i refused to eat during exams because it wasted precious minutes;
where i cried for days when i gave a bad exam and kept picking out imaginary mistakes when i gave a perfect one;
where i taught students who probably didnt understand my lectures;
where i learned how to drive but could never drive;

I still remember a voice going deep into the winter nights..... "garam aanday";

Oh God; How i miss everything.
I miss Pakistan. I miss home.


Its where my heart lies.