A Tale of Traditions
It was
Karachi 1995
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It was May 1995
I was sitting in the Bayshore Mall of Ottawa, besides a coffee table in the cafe. I was absorbed in my dreams
while my son was talking to his friends trying to get some stories from back
home I don’t want to listen that it is better to be ignorant. It is good to cut
off all the strings from back home so that I can move onwards still it makes
one generation to settle down I migrated to Canada in 1992 it is 3 years back
still in transitional phase in my adjustment period.
My mother migrated from India to
divided India named Pakistan in 1947 I chose my migration to Canada for my son
brighter future but my Mom did not She was forced to migrate
My mother used to cover her face
It is only one generation passed and I can see the big difference even in her
life style no more face cover
In my mothers time girls were
not supposed to see any visitors. Girls were not allowed to meet even ladies
except to immediate relatives
They were not allowed any type
of schooling, no shopping could not go out. Some known ladies were allowed to
bring cloth, bangles types of things to their homes which girls could choose in
the presence of their mothers
They had to learn sewing and
cooking ready to go to their next homes to serve their husband well. After only
one generation I did my Masters degree, what a big change a big contrast
between me and my Mom
I think that big contrast was
because of migration as me and my daughters are same no big difference in our
life style
May be our next generation after
my migration to Canada
would be very different from our life style from our culture who knows
Only time can tell
good blog post
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this story Dadi. It makes us realize just how much has changed from one generation to the next.
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