New Country, New Life
Growing up in Pakistan, I was more concentrated on school and being happy. I went to MQ Foundation high school in Lahore, Pakistan and my childhood mostly consisted of having manners, being ladylike and doing well in school, obviously. I was surrounded by more friends in Pakistan, than in America. My parents did not have to worry about what food restrictions I had because the culture was the same. I went to my friend’s house or invited them over to mine and did karate after school. In addition, the school was very modest. All the students had to wear uniforms. Young children had to wear yellow "Frock”, which represented the school colors, with white leggings and black sandals. The older girls had to wear shalwar kameez, …show more content…
But the teachers change their mind and said my skin was a little dark to play the role, so they picked one of my close friend, which I did not mind. Plus, I didn’t go to the show after because we had to go to my grandparents’ house over the weekend which we usually did. My nanaboo and nano lived in Shad Bagh, Lahore. My nano has type 2 diabetes. She usually is very weak, has blurred vision, numbness in her hands or feet, and slow healing of wounds. My mama always had to go their house because her other sisters lived far away and her brother was in America.My papa was okay with it, but my father’s sisters always were so uncaring and negative towards my mother. I was not really close to my father’s side of the family, but now that we are far away from them, they do miss us, especially my dadaboo, my father’s dad. We used to live with my father’s side of the family at Model Town, Lahore, before we moved to America. My papa has three more brothers, but my dadaboo was closest to his last son, and well to me never showed affection to his older son, who took care of him. Moreover, my siblings and I were not shown the same love as my dadaboo gave much to my …show more content…
They are working so hard and I am happy they are my parents. It is difficult sometimes because you have people whose parents did attended high school and college in America. But they took a sacrifice for us, and we are going to make their dream of their children getting a good education and being successful adults come true. On the other hand, there is a grief, because my dad has not seen my dado since we came to America because she passed away on September 17th, 2009, but her older son was not there to see her and my family wanted my papa to go visit her but at that time, we did not have enough money. I will never forget my culture and my home country. Sometimes I wish there were more people in Sidney that are Muslims or from Pakistan so I can talk to them more openly. I like working hard for my goals and making my parents proud. They helped me become a better person and without them I could not be here.They still are my role
Growing up in Pakistan, I was more concentrated on school and being happy. I went to MQ Foundation high school in Lahore, Pakistan and my childhood mostly consisted of having manners, being ladylike and doing well in school, obviously. I was surrounded by more friends in Pakistan, than in America. My parents did not have to worry about what food restrictions I had because the culture was the same. I went to my friend’s house or invited them over to mine and did karate after school. In addition, the school was very modest. All the students had to wear uniforms. Young children had to wear yellow "Frock”, which represented the school colors, with white leggings and black sandals. The older girls had to wear shalwar kameez, …show more content…
But the teachers change their mind and said my skin was a little dark to play the role, so they picked one of my close friend, which I did not mind. Plus, I didn’t go to the show after because we had to go to my grandparents’ house over the weekend which we usually did. My nanaboo and nano lived in Shad Bagh, Lahore. My nano has type 2 diabetes. She usually is very weak, has blurred vision, numbness in her hands or feet, and slow healing of wounds. My mama always had to go their house because her other sisters lived far away and her brother was in America.My papa was okay with it, but my father’s sisters always were so uncaring and negative towards my mother. I was not really close to my father’s side of the family, but now that we are far away from them, they do miss us, especially my dadaboo, my father’s dad. We used to live with my father’s side of the family at Model Town, Lahore, before we moved to America. My papa has three more brothers, but my dadaboo was closest to his last son, and well to me never showed affection to his older son, who took care of him. Moreover, my siblings and I were not shown the same love as my dadaboo gave much to my …show more content…
They are working so hard and I am happy they are my parents. It is difficult sometimes because you have people whose parents did attended high school and college in America. But they took a sacrifice for us, and we are going to make their dream of their children getting a good education and being successful adults come true. On the other hand, there is a grief, because my dad has not seen my dado since we came to America because she passed away on September 17th, 2009, but her older son was not there to see her and my family wanted my papa to go visit her but at that time, we did not have enough money. I will never forget my culture and my home country. Sometimes I wish there were more people in Sidney that are Muslims or from Pakistan so I can talk to them more openly. I like working hard for my goals and making my parents proud. They helped me become a better person and without them I could not be here.They still are my role