I was born and raised for the first half of my life hopping around different cities in the South of Pakistan to Muslim parents. A relatively under developed country at the time, there was a constant sense of danger associated with living in Pakistan. With a relatively unstable political situation at the time, there was a lack of diversity and influence of ideas from other countries. At school 99% of my classmates were part of the Pakistani Muslim community. Our culture and subculture were identical and everyone seemed to share similar views and philosophies. With...
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...ed social rituals will begin to fade out and be replaced, leaving people with amalgamations of a social identity from many different countries.
Growing up as a child in Pakistan, a citizen of the United Arab Emirates and a resident in New York City, I was confused about my identity for quite some time. When someone would ask me where I was from I would probably reply with “Pakistani, but I live in Dubai”. Although I wear European clothes, speak English around the house and have only visited Pakistan twice in the past 10 years, I considered myself Pakistani even though my attachment to the country and culture is nowhere near equal to that of a native Pakistani. However, after exposure to an era with rapid technological growth, and the influence I have had from many different cultures, I realized my identity was not that of a typical Pakistani, and I was okay with it.
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