My Life : My Father

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I grew up hearing stories of my father waking up at 5am to walk five miles in the scorching heat or blistering cold to school every day and back. My grandfather was unable to afford the provision of higher education to his four children. He could only afford to send one child; my father was the lucky one. Unlike my father, my mother was not so lucky. My mother grew up in a house where women should aspire to be wives, not career women. As such, before she even graduated from high school, at the tender age of eighteen, she was married off to my father. A skilled baker and artist, the abrupt halt in her education and subsequent thrust into motherhood obstructed her path to a career. Due to her own setbacks, my mother always feeds my intellectual curiosity and is a motivating force behind my ambitions and hard work. As a result, the upbringings of my father and mother are critical in the role they play in my future. As the eldest and only male child, I am expected to act as a role model and guardian to my ten and three year old sisters. Every decision I make is seen through their discerning eyes and this has developed my sense of drive and commitment to set an example for.
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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