Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Black Friday


I talked to many people about how they felt about Black Friday.  Believe it or not nobody agrees and strongly believes that around Thanksgiving people should spend their time with families rather than planning on shopping early the next day.
I also agree. Thanksgiving is a beautiful American tradition and we should keep it as it is or make it better. That day is all about being thankful for people and everything we have. But it’s seems like we are losing the real value, instead of being thankful some people are rushing to get to the store to buy more things.   
The way I look at it that, it’s not just about us but it’s also about our next generation. We are paving the way for them so they can keep the  tradition going.  What kind of message are we giving to them? Spending time with family or buy more and more things just because it’s on sale. Aren't we teaching them to be materialistic over family values?
As many of you know I grew up very poor. Growing up there were many days we didn't have food to eat and growing up around five sisters there was not a single thing I could call my own. I wore clothes passed down to me. But here is the beautiful side to all that. The way my mother raised us we didn't care about  things or who gets what. As long as we had each other we truly cared and loved each other. Things don’t make us happy. What makes us happy are the feelings, love and care we provide for each other. Kids watch what our actions, not what we say. It is sad to say especially in the states, we Americans are so in to having more and the bigger is better. Everything has to be from the latest technology to following the  latest fashion. Sometime it makes me scared and I worry about our future and our kid’s future. Why can’t we be happy with what we have. Why do we have to have more bigger and new things?    
Companies know what many of us are after and that’s why whether you agree or understand that we are their target. That’s why every year they start their advertisement earlier than last year competing with other companies. They don’t care about family values or how important Thanksgiving day is. They only care how much profit they can make on Thanksgiving day. I feel sorry  for many employees who would rather be at home with family or friends but what choice do they have.
I grew up having very high family values and my family was, is and always will be at the top of my priorities and I really wish many people who don’t understand how important family is, can understand. I also know not everyone is lucky to have a family but family is not just blood relatives. Anyone who cares about you or you care about them makes them a part of your family. I wish and hope on this 2014 Thanksgiving everyone has a great time with family and friends and please think before stepping out of the door for black Friday shopping,  
Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Gratitude


This Thanksgiving season I have countless people to be thankful for, but there are some very special people who have been in my life for a long time and they have made a special place in my heart. They are the ones who have always there for me but especially when I needed them the most. They are my friends and neighbors.
I met these beautiful people when I first moved to Mahomet back in 1999. And after 15 years they all have become a part of my family. They are very caring and loving human beings. They are real people who truly care of one another. They don’t care about skin color or nationality but look at each other as humans.  My friend’s and neighbor’s names are Lana Malaise and her husband Rene Malaise and Jim Caputo and his wife Tammy Caputo. I want you four special people to know how much I appreciate you all and I feel truly blessed to have you in my life. From the bottom of my heart please accept my gratitude.
I have heard people say when you need help your family comes later; your friends and neighbors will be there in no time. And that’s so true. I have experienced it many times.
Lana, there is a lot to say about you and I don’t know where to start. You aren’t just my friend, you are like my sister, guidance, supporter, counselor and my girl’s Aunt. You have a beautiful heart and are a beautiful woman from the inside to outside. I truly enjoy our friendship and hope we will be friends for the rest of our lives. Lana, you made me feel comfortable in no time and as you already know I trust you with my eyes closed.  Rene you are another beautiful human. I thank you for everything you have done for me and you have always been there when I needed you.
Being a single mom is hard enough but on top of that there is always something that needs to be done around the house. And I am not a handy woman at all. And of course most of the time things break when you least expect it. Renee and Jim are my friends and my handy man. You are always available fixing something around my home without expecting anything in return. I truly appreciate you both.   
When I went to Pakistan to visit my Mom the only thing I had to worry or plan was my own trip. I didn’t have to worry about who was going to take care of my home or any other things here. It’s a great security to know you have people who you can count on and they will not disappoint you. I left without worrying about anything and you took care of my home like your own home. While I was there I was worry free because I knew my home was in good hands. This is just a one example how good you people are to me.
Jim, I never forgot what you did on September 11.  We had just moved to Mahomet. On that day I was nervous for my girls and that’s why I went to school early and brought my girls home and didn’t let them play outside. That evening you came to my door and made me feel comfortable and gave me security about my girl.  Anytime I called for any kind of help you are always available, I thank you for that.
Last summer when I went to Pakistan I gave my home key to Lana and her husband to look after my home. I also talked to Jim and Tammy letting them know I was going and asked for them to please keep an eye on my home. Right after I left, Rene’s mom passed away. Without letting me worry Jim took over and mowed my lawn and took care of things around the house. He even went the extra mile and start seeing things needs to be fix around my home. He didn’t have to do that but that’s him: a caring person. Along with many other things that needed to be fixed he also noticed my sump-pump wasn’t working. He didn’t have to but he fixed it and a week later while I was still gone, Mahomet received horrible rain. Many homes got flooded but mine didn’t because of Jim. He saved my home. After I came back, Lana, Rene,  Jim and Tammy came by many times making sure I was okay. They are truly nice, caring and loving people. I am lucky I have neighbors like them. Tammy my friend you know how much your friendship means to me. You are a very sweet and caring person and I thank you for that.
I honestly believe we have more good people in this world than bad people. Good people are making a difference in someone’s life every single day without letting anyone know about it and we call them unsung heroes.
On this Thanksgiving time, I am grateful to my girls, all of my friends, neighbors and my family all around the world. I feel lucky I have lots of people who care and love me. I thank you all for being who you are and I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving!  

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Trust God and think positive

       It’s hard to believe that in just two months we will be saying goodbye to 2014 and welcoming 2015. It is true when they say, time flies by. This colum is not about New Year resolutions but a reminder of our current year. Every year before the New Year begins many of us make New Year resolutions. Every year before the new year begins, many of us make New Years's resolutions. This column serves as a reminder to us to look back and see whether we completed our goals or not. For those of you who have not completed your goals, we still have two months to go. Don’t worry about when you’ll finish your resolution because we aren't racing against anyone but our self. 
         I made many realistic resolutions and have completed some but not all of them.  2014 was a very hard year for me. A lot of unexpected things happened. I struggled a lot but I am proud to say I made it. On the top of my resolution list was a prayer for my mother. “Please God take my Mom’s pain away”.
        God listened and it happened when it was her time. I feel extremely blessed that I got the opportunity to see her before she left this world. Seeing her in pain with the condition she was in was extremely difficult. At first it was painful to imagine my Mother in heaven but now this is how I imagine her: she is in heaven and wearing a beautiful Queen’s dress, sitting next to my father, and he also wearing a King’s dress. The room is full of kings and queens and there is no pain, worries or struggles, only peace and happiness. 
This image in my mind gives me peace. My resolution did come true and she is out of pain. And I strongly believe she is in heaven with my father embracing peace and happiness together.  
Another goal I made was to now worry too much and to trust God fully, knowing he will take care of me. I can’t explain how much I trust God and I know I couldn't be where I am today in my life without His help, especially during my times of struggle with finances and emotions. God is great.
 My whole point in writing about this is that it doesn't matter if you haven’t completed your resolutions or not. It’s never too late to start now. And compared to last year if your situation has gotten worse and you are feeling overwhelmed; don’t think you can’t get out of it. Trust God and think positively. You will be surprised to see how things work out amazingly.
And if you have reached your New Year resolutions, congratulations, give credit to yourself and be proud! Every person’s situation is unique and every single thing we go through is a part of life. Instead of going against it or resisting, accept it as if you have chosen it. Instead of focusing on one solution to your problems, don’t be afraid to look in other directions, chances are you’ll find another solution that was in front of you the whole time. 
Don’t focus negatively on your problems. No situation stays the same and change is happening every single day in our lives. Change can be scary but not always, it’s up to us how we open to it. Life is beautiful!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Broken Heart


Close family and friends know about this but for the ones that didn’t know, after I came back from Karachi in July I felt completely lost. I felt empty, unhappy, focus-less, sad, depressed, as if I had lost something and looking for it but didn’t know where to start looking and what exactly I was looking for. I knew my Ami’s death had a lot to do with the way I was feeling but during this process I also noticed I was dealing with lots of different emotions too, which had nothing to do with Ami’s death but I still felt it.
       
I am one of those women who is very attached to her feelings and am very good at expressing it. And I learned long time ago, when something is bothering us we should talk to people who we trust. Since I write I have been putting my thoughts onto the paper and was thinking, if I was doing all the right things then why was I feeling the way I was? As soon as I came back my responsibilities were waiting for me. I went to work everyday, took a shower, exercised, met friends and did all of my routine things. But there was this emptiness and sadness that wouldn’t leave me alone. My focus was gone.
The more time was passing by the more I was thinking the way I was feeling. So one day I decided to sit down and just write the emotions I was feeling without analyzing it or trying to figure them out. I was in shock; I didn’t know how many emotions I had inside of me from birth to now. Even though I thought I had been doing pretty well, I was wrong.
I was 3 years old when my father, Abu, passed away. I have no memories or any kind of attachment with him. It was only my Ami who raised me and I always looked at her as both my parents. When Ami passed away, even though I am 42 years old, I felt like an orphan. It was and still is very painful to deal with. My mother was a very religious woman and she always prayed for everyone. But after her death I had this sadness, now who was going to pray for me? I felt like because of her prayers I was protected and now I was not.
Another things I realized, my childhood wasn’t a typical childhood and growing up I worried a lot about my Ami, sisters and struggled every single day. And as a woman in Pakistan my job was also to take care of the house and start working at a young so I could support my Ami. Then after I got married my job was to take care of my husbands’ and my kids’ need. Life changes in a flash because the next thing I knew I found myself divorced with two little kids. But what choice did I have? Whether I wanted to or not I had to put myself together for my girls and start walking again. And before I knew it I became the caretaker and it was all about other people. Which I was fine with because I love and care for my kids deeply. Then right before my youngest daughter was about to graduate high school my Ami had a stroke. Then my focus shifted to her.
From April 2013 to June 2014, every single day I worried about my Ami and tried to help however and as much as I could. During those fourteen months it was like my life was on pause. But after Ami’s death I felt completely lost and I could finally pin on it and realized since I became a caretaker I had been asking myself, now what? It’s almost like I didn’t know how to live without taking care of people or things, like I didn’t know how it feel to be normal. This is another chapter of my life and I don’t know where I am going. But I am hopeful I will find my way.
Since I am positive person and also a problem solver the only thing that is in my control is to change my outlook. Instead of looking at what I lost or what I don’t have I started looking at how blessed I am. I have two beautiful girls who truly respect and love me; I have place to live, a job, a car to drive, and friends and family who are always there for me.
Since I changed my outlook I noticed I started feeling much better. I am now smiling, eating healthy and instead of looking into my past or worrying about the future I started living in the power of now because that’s all we have right now. My heart is still broken and here and there it hurts but this is what it is and every single chapter in our lives is part of our lives whether we like it or not. I would say instead of fighting it’s better to accept it and move on. I know I have a long way to go but I am glad I am on my way and I believe with God’s help I will be just fine.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Our Baby Chachi


We all have relatives, but some relatives are pretty special and go beyond what’s expected of them. Our Baby chachi is one of those special relatives. Her real name is Sultana Malika, but when she was a child, she got the nickname “baby” and that name became her identity. It stayed with her when she got married, became a mother, an aunt and even a grandmother. Baby chachi was married to my father’s younger brother and that’s why we call her chachi; which means aunt. Baby chachi was very young when she got married to my uncle. They had a age difference but she got mature in no time and learned how to handle pretty much everything. She was the best wife my uncle could have asked for.  Here is an interesting side of her.
Chachi didn’t have proper education but she understood the value of education, all of her 6 kids are college graduates and some became engineers. After my father passed away, my mother was going through a really tough time raising 5 girls alone. Chachi and my uncle took a huge step for which my mother and all of us sisters are very grateful. They bought the house next to our home and gave my mother the security that she wasn’t alone. They showed that we are all one big family. They both proved it every single day and are still doing it. All of us five sisters and six cousins grew up together. It was a beautiful priceless time. We were each other’s friends and had the time of our lives.
My Ami was older than chachi and chachi always respected that. At the same time they both had an understanding and mutual respect for each other, I would say that if my Ami trusted anyone that was chachi. She was caring and loving towards all of my sisters but from an early age I felt a special connection between chachi and I. Chachi and my uncle always made sure we were okay and didn’t want for anything. Growing up every year before Eid (a Muslim Holiday) she made sure we had new outfits and were excited for the holiday. I don’t remember what year, but before one of the Eid’s I didn’t like the clothes she had bought me. I didn’t say anything to her but she read it on my face. She took it back immediately and brought another one which I liked. She made a beautiful butterfly dress for me. It was a moonlight fabric and the colors were red and white. I can still close my eyes and see that dress. I don’t even know if she remembers that but I do. She was and is still the kind of woman that would do anything for those she loves.   
When my marriage proposals started coming she didn’t want me to marry just anyone. She would talk to my mother and my uncle. She rejected some because they were ordinary people. For as long as I can remember chachi was our other mother that we could count on and who looked after all of us sisters fiercely.
Before my Ami passed away, chachi would come every day and pray for her and stay by her side. We all knew what was going on with our mother and it was just matter of time. But seeing Ami in the condition was really painful. My oldest sister is a little bit mentally disabled and she was really close to Ami.  I thought that maybe Ami is not letting go because she is worried for her. They say people in comas can still hear everything going on around them. I thought maybe we needed to talk to Ami and let her know, she will be just fine. I didn’t think that conversation would be easy but chachi being there made it easier. There are no words to describe how you can prepare yourself for that kind of conversation. My second oldest sister, baby chachi and I were in the room with Ami and we started the conversation. Baby chachi told Ami, “I am here and I will never leave your girls alone. You don’t have to worry about anything”. And then she broke down. It was so painful and hard to see my baby chachi crying like that.
Our Baby chahee is a very loving and sweet woman. The way she talks to you, shows how much she care about you, you can feel it. Every time I come back to the US it’s very difficult to say goodbye to her. Many years ago my uncle passed away and all her kids got married. Now chachi is living with her kids and enjoying her time surrounded by her family. I feel really blessed and loved from her. After Ami passed away she still checks on my sisters and nieces makes sure they are okay. I know she will keep doing it as long as she can. I hope we can have more aunts like my baby chachi.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Staying safe in Pakistan

We all hear in the news and read about how unsafe Pakistan is. A lot has happened there and people feel very unsafe to live and travel there. There is no doubt about it. And I am not in denial or trying to convince anyone that Pakistan is a safe place to travel but I would like to share my experience with all of you.  
Last year 2013 when my Ami had a stroke, I wanted to go and visit her. And it has been 7 years since my last. During those 7 years just like anyone here I was also listening and watching the news, hearing how horrible and unsafe Pakistan was getting.  To be honest in the beginning yes, I was nervous but I didn’t care about anything else except to be with my Ami before it was too late. When I talked to my girls about my plan to go to Karachi, they both said, “I want to go and visit Nani (Grandma) too”. We had a long and open conversation and I wanted them to be sure that it was something they were sure about. They both were sure and couldn’t wait to visit Karachi and Nani again. And honestly I was nervous about Ami’s health and kept wondering if this was our last time visiting her. When I told family and friends who lives here in the States about all three of us going to Karachi they all got really scared and nervous and called me with lots of advice.
My girls and I stayed in Karachi for three weeks and I am proud to say absolutely nothing bad happened to us. We all went and created great memories with Nani and the rest of the family. But of course we were careful. My girls looks Pakistani but they are American born and can speak Urdu, but with an accent. They had an idea about the culture but never fully experienced it. As soon as we arrived, the girls wanted to blend in so they wore Pakistani clothing so people couldn’t tell they weren’t from there. We didn’t take any kind of valuable things with us and didn’t try to show off which I am blessed to say my girls aren’t like that. We were careful in the super market and didn’t speak English to anyone. We traveled in the Rickshaw “Auto rickshaws are a common means of public transportation in many countries in the world. Also known as a three wheeler, Samosa, tempo,tuk-tuk, trishaw, autorick, bajaj, rick, tricycle, mototaxi, baby taxi or lapa in popular parlance, an auto rickshaw is a usually three-wheeled cabin cycle for private use and as a vehicle for hire. It is a motorized version of the traditional pulled rickshaw or cycle rickshaw. Auto rickshaws are an essential form of urban transport in many developing countries, and a form of novelty transport in many developed countries. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto_rickshaw. We felt very lucky and blessed that after seven years we went and we had a very safe and great visit with my family. And came back home with more love and priceless memories with family.
After we came back I didn’t plan to go back so soon but not everything goes according to plan. My Ami’s condition started going down again and she went into a coma. I absolutely had no planning of going back a year later but there was something in me that said I need to be there as soon as possible. And believe it or not I planned my whole trip in three days. This time my girls wanted to go again but unfortunately they were in the middle of the semester. Once again I didn’t care how unsafe Karachi was I just wanted to see my Ami before she left this world. I stayed there longer than ever. I was there for 6 weeks and once again absolutely nothing happened to me. Since I can still speak Urdu well, I was careful and made sure I didn’t behave a certain way so people could tell I was visiting from the USA.
While I was there I watched on the news and a lot of people told me how bad the conditions were in Karachi. It was very unsafe and people were getting killed, robbed and put in danger. I feel blessed and lucky nothing happened to me or to my family. And I pray to God to keep everyone safe. Yes, a lot of bad people are doing bad things but at the same time I saw good people doing good things too.
Since we always travel in the rickshaw, before I arrived my family happened to meet a very nice rickshaw driver whose name is Amjid. He is a very nice, caring, respectful, and trustworthy man. Before we had to go anywhere my sister called on his mobile and he would come to our door. We all felt very safe sitting in his rickshaw. It’s very hard to find nice and trustworthy people in Karachi and he treated us like his own sisters. We feel blessed and lucky we found Amjid.
            I happened to meet a very nice and educated couple who are involved with helping girls to get education and raise medical awareness. I talked to both of them for almost an hour or more and I truly enjoyed it. They are very open minded and down to earth people. Our conversation was very educational and respectful. I also noticed when his wife wanted to say something he was very respectful toward her and listened to her carefully.
            My Ami didn’t have medical insurance; of course my sisters and I wanted Ami to get the best treatment she could receive. She was treated in a privately funded hospital. But we noticed that every time Ami went to see the doctor or when we took her to the emergency room, the doctors wouldn’t even look at her until we paid her fee in advance. Two days before Ami passed, she had a heart attack. My sister went to get a local doctor so at least he could check on her and tell us what was happening. This was our very first time meeting with this doctor, he was very nice and caring. When he was leaving my sister offered to pay him but he refused to take it. We asked him to come back and check on Ami again and he did. When he was leaving I offered him money and he turned his head away so he wouldn’t see how much money I was holding. Then he said to me, “I don’t charge people but if you guys really want to pay me, there is a donation box inside of my clinic. You can put it there and that’s how I take care of people”. We were in shock. We thanked him and later went to his clinic and put money in the donation box.
            Another beautiful thing I noticed in Karachi and truly loved, people always eat together either inside their homes or in restaurants. They all bring their food in their shop and sit together on the floor and eat and talk with each other. And while they are eating they don’t close their business instead customers see them and respectfully wait for them to finish their meal. Even in their homes people wait until the last person sits down and eat together and also share food with each other. The unity and care towards another human being makes me really admire them. I guess that’s something I missed in the States because I always see people eating separately, eating in front of the TV, and while driving. I read somewhere, “The family that eats together stays together”. I grew up like that. My mother would never let anyone start eating until the last person sat down. And I kept the tradition in my home too. But sad to say I noticed not many American families eat together. I wish we would.
            No place is perfect and there are good and bad people in every nation. Yes, Karachi is an unsafe place and our media shows all the bad things happening there but I know good things are happening there too.  There are many unsung heroes making a difference everyday in someone’s life. I wish the media would start showing the good things that are happening in Pakistan as well. And what choices do they have, they have to live in that unsafe environment and have to get up every day and go to work each day and make it though with hope.
            I know lots of people say negative things about Pakistan and other countries where they are having problems and it’s very easy to say negative things about the country until your own family lives there and they don’t have the choice to leave the place but to make it each day. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

My Big Fat Pakistani Culture!

It doesn’t matter which culture you are from, whether we like it or not our culture plays a huge role in lives. Growing up most of us don’t know what’s right or wrong but we follow what culture has laid out for us. That’s what everyone else is doing or you feel pressure from your culture and so you do it. Once we become adults many of our own cultural etiquettes feel strange or make us uncomfortable. As adults you understand that just because it’s cultural, that doesn’t mean you have to follow it or keep repeating it especially if you disagree.    
Pakistan has very strong traditions.  Pakistan is a Muslim country and culture and religion often overlap.  Growing up I followed my religion and culture but once I moved to the USA I start seeing everything from new eyes and using my own judgment. Every time I go back my own culture feels strange to me. My last trip was longer than usual and I made it feel like home. The cultural differences were very clear to me. As an observer I felt sad about many of the traditions, in addition people can’t see what they are doing wrong. Since it’s a tradition they are flowing the old path. Here are some noticeable differences about Pakistani culture.
Being lighter skin!
Pakistani’s have higher pigmentation and therefore darker skin. There are many people who have light skin as well, but only light skin is considered beautiful. I remember when I was a teenager someone told me, “Zainab you have big eyes, long hair and you are skinny but it’s too bad you aren’t fair skinned”.  I was surprised to see how many TV commercials there are about different types of cream to make your face lighter.  Many women don’t wear bright colors including white because that makes them darker.  
During my mom’s visitation I met many old relatives, friends and neighbors who I haven’t met for a long time. Many of them were surprised to see me because of how dark I am. They didn’t even say hello or how are you to me but the very first thing that came out of their mouth was, “ What happened to your skin?”, you’re so dark. They way they said it made it sound like I got some kind of disease. Darker skin is considered ugly and lighter skin is beautiful.
Here is the interesting thing, I noticed that western culture prefers tan and darker skin and they look at that skin color as beautiful and attractive. Since I moved to the US countless people have giving me compliments on my skin tone. Recently after I came back from Karachi, friends came for condolences and some of them gave me compliments on the tan I got while I was there too.
Mean words!
Pakistan culture is very much involved in everyone’s business. They aren’t afraid or ashamed to ask anything and there is no limit for them. They don’t care if a question is too private or not, they dare to ask anyways and expect the answer. They don’t feel they are being rude when they ask personal questions. From the cultural perspective they care the about other person and that’s why they feel they should ask. But then I noticed that they get the information and they pass it on to others and it starts a gossip session.
Another thing I noticed especially in women is that if someone gains weight they will tell you to your face that you look fat. And if someone loses weight they say oh you look so pretty or handsome, with the belief that before they were looking bad. And even more so, they will touch your body such as your stomach, arms, cheeks and will say how fat you are. It makes the other person very uncomfortable and self-conscious but it’s the culture. Acne is another thing many girls have to deal with. Some get less and some get more, but Pakistani people will touch your face and tell you, “oh look you are getting acne do something about it”. Like you didn’t know.  I felt like there are no boundaries and for them it’s cultural, but for me it’s rude to make comments about anyone’s weight, color, height etc. I didn’t like it at all.
Lying
Growing up my mother and religion taught me that lying is a bad thing and good people don’t lie. I tried really hard to be honest with myself and with others, I taught my kids the same thing. I believe it’s really hard to trust another person when they often lie. Every single relationship is based on trust. I was surprised to see and hear how much people lie. For me a lie is a lie whether it’s small or big. After lying for so long, it seemed to me that they don’t even think about it. I saw it everywhere and was very disappointed and sad to witness that. I tried to convince some people when I caught them lying but instead of them listening to what I was saying they tried to convinced me they weren’t lying. A lie is a lie, there is no justification or explanation for that especially to the extent of which I saw it.
Speaking English
Pakistan’s native language is Urdu and it’s a beautiful, sophisticated language. Language is a huge part of any culture. When I was growing up English language was the official language. In middle class and lower class, people didn’t speak English but in upper class speaking English was common. I noticed now that speaking English has become more common than speaking Urdu. People are teaching their kids from an early age how to speak English instead of Urdu. They don’t want their children to be behind and that’s why they start speaking English as soon as possible.
Another thing that was surprising for me now, was when people go for job interviews they expect you to speak English and they even start the interview in English. My niece has an MBA and knows how to speak and write in English when she went for a job interview the interviewer started the conversation in English and when he noticed she could speak well, then he switched to Urdu.  I wish they could see how important language is. They don’t have to speak English to impress anyone. I am afraid soon Pakistanis will lose their language and that would be really sad.
Here in the US we encourage our kids to speak native languages and make sure they understand the value of it. But it’s sad to see in my own home country they look at it differently and speaking English has become about status and class.
Materialistic  
Karachi has become a very materialistic city. If you are living in a big home, drive a nice car and dress well people want to be your friend. Getting to know another person and upholding values have become secondary. I noticed a huge gap between when I was growing up and now. People used to visit each other and often have get-togethers but now very few people still keep the tradition going. But I think it’s also happening all over the world today. It’s very sad that people have become so materialistic and things have become more important than another human being. Having a fake status is something people think is a good thing.  They say things or buy what they can't even afford just to show others they can. 

Negative thinking toward America and Americans
With many other topics I wrote above this is another topic that is like dirty laundry. It has been always there and everyone knows about it but no one will say anything about it. I am sure lots of people won’t be happy with me but I’m daring to say it nonetheless. Pakistani people and culture are very much impressed by American culture. They like American things. American food, speaking English had also become a part of Pakistani culture. Western clothing is also a big thing in Karachi.  If someone lives in USA or is visiting from the USA that person gets more respect and people look at that with high standard. They are impressed by it and envy that person. I know most of them wish they could also come to USA so they could also have a better live. I totally understand them. But the part I don’t like or don’t understand is that beside my own immediate family, others say negative things about America and Americans. Such as America is an overwhelmingly Christian nation and not a Muslim country so that’s a bad thing. Americans eats pork and drink alcohol, good Muslim’s are not supposed to do that so those people are bad. Americans don’t have family values like Pakistan and they disrespect their elders. But the way they say things about Americans is as if they aren’t smart, beautiful, attractive or human, things completely opposite to the truth.
I told them I was born here but I am an American citizen so you are saying those things to me too. They said that I was Pakistani so it didn’t apply. I also told them that I have been living in America for the last 25 years and I know lots of people, we are all Americans and they are very good people. They work hard just like us, have families and care for family like anyone else. So far I have had a great experience living in this Christian country. The freedom I have there whether it’s about religion or culture I don’t have in my own country. If American is that bad why would you want to come to USA? I know their answer is that they want to come and make American dollars and help family back home. To me you want to use a country you deem bad to help yourself and your family. The logic makes no sense to me.
No place and people are perfect, but I wish people would be honest with each other and start looking at each other and treating each other how you would want to be treated. I feel like one of the lucky ones who have experienced both countries and have found a balance. I can see everything so clearly about both counties. Yes, I don’t like to hear negative things about either country but I would rather be real than living in denial. The only times we make a change is when we know there is a problem and realize that change is hard but change can be a good thing especially for our next generation.