Monday, July 18, 2011

Missing my Parents and the Apple of My Eye - Kashmala!!

So, you guys, I miss my family terribly! They miss me, too, of course (I mean, who wouldn’t), but it’s just … I don’t know. The missing isn’t going well right now. And Kashmala?!?!?! Oh my God! I’m going INSANE without her, world!! I always knew I loved her this crazy, but I’m going crazier than I ever thought I would if I were to be away from her for longer than week! I managed to survive without her in Pakistan, and I’m tryina figure out why that was. It can’t be that I was always busy there, since I’m even more busy here. There, I had people/family/relatives to meet every day, something to do every day, somewhere to go every day; here, same thing (save the family/relative part): there’s always a group activity, meeting, event, homework/assignments/presentations/etc. that need to be taken care of every day. But then again, in Pakistan, there were trillions of kids around, so I guess I didn’t feel the need to have a kid around me so much. But here? None :( Well, I saw this little baby boy at the center the other day, and OH MY GOD!!! He was not only the handsomest thing ever, but he was also soooo adorable he took my breath away! MashaAllah, tf, tf, nazara na shi. But that doesn’t happen much. Few scholars/students working at the center have babies. ~sighs~

I don’t know . . . I’m just wondering now *how* I’m gonna live without her when I move next month. And the worst part is this: By the time I see her around August 15th, ka khairee, she’ll be three months older than I saw her last time! THREE MONTHS OLDER, people, THREE FREAKING MONTHS OLDER!!!! I don’t want her to grow!!!! I was talking to her on Skype the other day, and she’s sooo grown up!!! But she’s still the most prettiest, most adorablest thing on earth, so it was still cool. But I can’t let her grow any older than this, y’all. I try to talk to her every other day, if not every day, but you know how babies are: my sister leave her at the computer to talk to me, and she stares into the camera and plays peek-a-boo and “Shanu-sing-this-song” with me for a little while, and then she gets bored so she leaves without saying bye K ughguhgerteiwruituir!!!!!!!

Anyway, all this just to say I miss my family very much.  Oh, and this is the first time I’ve been away from my family, too :) I mean, it’s not socially acceptable for Pashtun (and many other eastern) parents to allow their daughters to live on their own, even for a little while, and especially to be abroad. So I love, love, LOVE my dad and mom for having let me do this. In a matter of some days or so, I’ll post a blog entry on how the conversation between me and him went when I informed him that I got the scholarship and was asking him whether he thinks I should go or not. To be honest, I applied for the scholarship thinking I would never go even if I got it! But I sorta needed it for my own self confidence, to feel like I could get something this important, y’know.  I can’t imagine how I would’ve felt had I not won it. But anyway, so, yeah. That conversation was really interesting, too. And when he approved of my going to an Arab country all alone (well, okay, with the CLS program), I felt like I was dreaming. I couldn’t believe it! My sister and I had discussed it before I told him I got it, and she’d reminded me he’d never say yes, and I’d prepared myself for a “Congratulation!! – but of course you’re not going” (but in a bit nicer way, ‘course). And then when he said yes … OH MY GOD!! I was like, “Dad, are you SURE?” Ohhh man! That was a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL day! It taught me a lotta things about myself and my dad. And even my mom was happy about it and told everyone I was going to Country X for the summer!! I’d be like, “Mom, shh! What if dad says I can’t go?” She was like, “Don’t worry. He’ll prolly say yes.”

Will post that conversation another time. I should get going now. I also have a LOT of other stuff to write, like on my trip to Swat and my recent visit to Um Qias, this rrrreally exciting place here where Palestinians who were kicked out of Israel or who fled for their lives come to that spot to look over their homeland. You can see Syria, Lebanon, Sea of Galilee, and Israel all from that one point. Amazing stuff.  All this to come soon – with some photos!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Details on the Dead Sea Trip - with Photos!

Imagine standing in the footsteps of Moses, peace be upon him!
Okay, so, on Friday, July 15th 2011, I had a very “spiritual” day. I accomplished a lot, and I saw some places I’d been dying to see ever since I got to the Middle East, among them the River Jordan and the Dead Sea. There’s something really special about this place (not just this country but about every country where a Prophet lived or spent some time or traveled through or visited), and I love it for this reason among many others. The feeling you get that you’re *probably* stepping in the footsteps of someone as important as Moses or Jesus (peace be upon them), for example, is worth dying for. To stand on a mountain, looking over a place that is certainly somewhere a Prophet must have stood, given a speech or two, or at least laid his eyes on is beyond wonderful. It is believed that John the Baptist baptized Jesus (peace be upon him) at the River Jordan. Now, this river is long, but the part where it is believed he was baptized at – I saw it. It’s called the Baptism Site. I’ll tell you about how we got there and all in a minute. 

Friday, July 15, 2011

I Was at the Dead Sea!

Dearest readers,
So, a friend and I went to the Dead Sea and a number of other historically and religiously significant points of the Middle East, and OH. EM. GEE!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm really, really tired right now (it's 12am here), so I can't write much, but I had, had, HAD to get this off my chest :) You understand. It's just ... I'd been waiting since foreeeever!! And I saw a mountain where Moses (peace be upon him) gave his last speech and the parta the Dead Sea I saw was the one facing Israel, so that was exciting, too! And the part of the Moses mountain that I saw was facing Palestine, and that, my beloved friends, was a feeling to cherish! And then I saw the part of the River Jordan that's right across from the West Bank (Palestinian Territory), so that, too, felt rrrrreally awesome. I mean, I got in the water and "almost" touched another country, LOL. It felt beeeautiful being in two places at once, y'know.

k, more on all this later. I must sleep now.
Thanks for listening!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

My Arabic Nickname: Amira!

So my friends call me “Amira” (princess in Arabic! Surprised? Don’t be :p I’m lurved!), mainly ‘cause I act really “rich” and spoiled and all. I mean, well, it’s just that … my bookbag is very, very important to me, y’know. So I don’t want it on the floor when we have enough chairs in class for everyone to sit in, plus some 2 or so extra seats available, y’know. And it’s not like the floors are clean enough to begin with. I mean, they’re not clean, and so when I put my bookbag on the floor, it gets dirty, and then when I pick up that bookbag, it dirties my back, and I don’t like that. You understand.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Pictures Time!

Okay, so I think it's time I showed you a few pictures, world, no? Just a few, k? Here you go. Enjoy!

Remember how I said this city I'm in is built on 7 hills (so they tell us -- but I fully believe it) and that it's hilly all over? Well, here is the proof.


Try counting the stairs! In reality,
it's at least twice as many more as what you see.
The Middle Eastern version of Taco Bell :D (I half swear.)
Now, remember when I sad I curled my hair?!?! Yeah, well, take this: 

Friday, June 24, 2011

Middle Eastern Hospitality!!

EDIT: The country I'm referring to here is Jordan.

YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!! I had the BEST day of my lifetime!!!! ‘Hamdulilllah! (No, no, I really, really think it was the best day ever! Not just “one of the best”!)
Okay, so here’s what happened.

Today, a group of my friends from CLS decided to go to this agricultural city here in the Middle East (RE: Since I don’t wanna name the country, I’m just gonna use “Middle East” instead of the name of this country, k?  You understand. Shukran jazeelan.) This city was the capital of the Ottoman Empire in this region of the Middle East, so it has historical significance as well. But blah blah blah on that. Lemme get to the story. Oh, but before that, lemme say that we had to leave really early, which means waking up extra early, even though today (Friday) was and is the only free day we’ve had and will have for another 2 weeks or so, because most stores, etc. are closed on Fridays here, since this is a Muslim country and weekend here is Friday and Saturday. So we decided to wake up early to leave early. But then more people requested to join us, and for that, we took a bit longer. And I, too, woke up 30 minutes later than I’d set my clock for, because I was too tired from the day before. What we did and where we went the day before is a whole ‘nother story to be told in another blog post—soon, inshaAllah, I promise! :D But for now, get this:

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Typical CLS Schedule

So, CLS is an intensive program, and we were warned about that long before we accepted their scholarship. So far, I have no complaints, even though we get little time to ourselves. The teachers are ammmmmazing; I haven't heard a negative thing about any teacher from anyone as of yet. The classes are fun, and the "speaking partners" (will explain in a sec who they are) are sooo much fun to be with and they're very helpful.

Basically, we were divided into 2 groups, group A and group B. Group A = those students studying at the level of Intermediate 5 and above, and group B = those studying from Beginning to Intermediate I. I'm in group A, and here's what my schedule looks like. It's not the same every single day, but I'll just tell you what it's been like so far. ... Oh, and why am I telling you this? 'Cause I feel like it. (Shoot. There's a word for this in Arabic... learned it yesterday, but clearly, it didn't stick in! It should be in my notes somewhere. I'll use it on you later. Mush mushkil (no worries).)

7-7:30am - wake up and get ready
7:30 - 8am - leave for the center (the one right up the street) to eat breakfast and socialize a bit (and talk in Arabic only :S We signed a language pledge the other day to talk only in Arabic during all program activities. It's actually not bad, even if it means a lotta the time Qrratugai has to be quiet 'cause she can't say what's really on her mind.)
8:00am-ish - take the bus to the center where we're studying Arabic (it's about 10 minutes away by bus)

8:30am - Fus'ha (Modern Standard Arabic) class
9:30-9:40 - break
9:40 - 10:30 - continue Fus'ha class
10:30 - break
10:45ish - 12-ish Media class (it's basically reading from this media book with a lot of text with questions following it and all. It's basically written Arabic that appears in the media)
12 - 12:45 - LUNCH (we've been trying different restaurants close to the center every day :D They're sooo good! And the foood... OH EM GEEEE! I love, love, looove Middle Eastern food more than I ever did before! :D I should like take some pics and make you jealous by posting them here in the blog, no? k.)
12:45-1:50-ish - 'Amia class (spoken/colloquial Arabic, with a focus on the dialect of this country)
2 - end of classes at that center
2-3 - break time for me. So far, I've just been spending 50 minutes of this hour figuring out what to do during that time that won't involve Arabic, haha. And then next thing I know, it's 3 o'clock!
3-3:30 - conversation with my speaking partner. You see, we have these really awesome speaking partners who talk to us *only* in colloquial. If we use fus'ha with them, they correct us and teach us the colloquial words/expressions. They also take us around the city (so far, only the city; haven't the time to leave the city just yet, but this Saturday is our first trip out, ka khairee! :D) and show us around and all. We get to ask them for nice restaurants, salons, malls, etc. And, so, during the conversation we have from 3-30:30 (some people's is from 3-3:30; others from 3:30-4, and it goes up to 5. And about 7 people share the same speaking partner.) Since I'll be using her name often, I'm sure, lemme tell you that her name starts with M. So let's call her M, k? And damn - she's gooorgeous, mashaAllah! But then again, we think all the women of this country are beautiful, LOL. They really are! And their make-up?! Oh God, it's to die for! It toootally goes with them... as opposed to women from many other places around the world, who shower themselves with make-up and still look ugly. I've never been a fan of make-up, but I may change my mind after I visit some salons here :D Starting in a couple of days, ka khaireeee! :D Oh yeah, and our topic of conversation today was: Salons! Learned all the things I need to know to visit a salon -- for now, anyway.
3:30-5: Brreeeeeeeakk!!!
5-6: Al-'amia class (colloquial/dialect). It's an extra class that we were to have all this week only. Today was the last day. We learned terms/expressions that have to do with getting/giving direction to a place (left, right, "keep straight for a loooong time," near this particular center, etc.). Since Ahmed is a common name all over the Muslim world, I guess I can tell you that our teacher's name is Ahmed for this class. He's also a speaking partner for another group of people. He's sooooooo funny! He claims he can't flirt, but, girrrrrl, he tooootally was on the roll when he was showing us how the girls of this country (or Arab/Mid Eastern girls in general, I am sure) want and expect to be treated and where and all. It was more a cultural lesson. Hilarious stuff, I tell you. He and M. acted for us, and it was so cool!
6-7-ish - dinner!!! In case I haven't said this before, the food is too delicious for me to describe it! Ahhhh!! We had a special chef, popular around the country, come to this place to cook just for us, we were told :) He's talented! Tf, tf, mashaaaaAllah.
7-12-ish: Work on homework/studying, lol. No, seriously, it does take that long :S Takes longer sometimes, even! But it's not like all we do is homework during that time.We take breaks, and we talk and socialize and laugh like crazy, and I sometimes chat with friends and family in the U.S./Pakistan in between. But it's fun to do homework together, so 4 or of 5 people in my class and I usually do it together.

Oh, and yesterday, between 7:30 (I think ... or maybe 7?) and 9:30, I went shopping for a jacket. I think by now, most of the students in the program knew I needed a jacket :p it was funny :D I mean, whaaat - it's rrreally cold here, especially at night. For me, anyway. (Remember: I'm tiny, so the little meat I do have doesn't help me much.) I wanted to get some nice hijabs and hijab pins, too, but guess what!! Some of the stores were selling hijabs for 38 dinars :| Like, what the hell! The hijab pins were cheap, though, or I thought they were - till a friend told me you can get 10 of them for a dinar in Downtown. I got 5 for a dinar in that one shop. It didn't have the dangling ones that I couldn't wait to get and still can't wait to get, so I still have to go shopping for those soon. So, yeah.

I think that'd be all for now... I have homework to take care of, remember? :)

Ma' assalaaaaamah!!

P.S. Sorry about such a broad title for this post ... I still don't wanna name the country, so I have to say "Midd East" until I tell you (or until you guess, whichever comes first, haha) which country it be, k?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Loving the Middle East!

Okay, so, I just discovered something that I had refused to believe for the longest time: colloquial (spoken/informal; "aamia" in Arabic) Arabic is almost nothing like formal Arabic (or standard; "fusha" in Arabic), and it's like an entiiiirely different language! Very few phrases and words, as far as I have learned now, are actually the same or similar :S Most bear no resemblance whatsoever! And who follows grammar rules, lol. It's lovely, though, I have to admit. A teacher of mine who has studied in Egypt and is fluent in both fusha and Egyptian dialect once told us that when he went to Egypt with the CASA program, he was totally lost in Egypt when he found out that the language he'd learned, the Arabic he'd spent three years studying and learning, was actually not spoken anywhere. I'm lucky in that at least I was warned in advance, but my poor teacher said he hadn't even been told that!

So, note to those interested in learning/studying other languages: understand that there's a huge difference between the language that people speak and the one that they write.

I'm also fortunate in that the people here, unlike most of those in Egypt (from what some of the students here have told me), are actually very friendly and understanding, and if they realize that you're speaking fusha with them, they'll teach you how to say what you wanna say in colloquial. In Egypt, I hear, they'll just laugh and say, "Quit it already. That's not Egyptian. Stick to English!" (LOL?! I know!) and they'll just speak English with you. Here, I haven't come across anyone who's like that; in fact, they'll stand there with you the whole time as you struggle with figuring out how to say something, whether in colloquial or formal! And they'll smile so brightly when you finally make it (lol!) and they'll even tell you how beautifully you spoke :D They love it when you talk to them in Arabic! :D Of course. Who wouldn't love hearing their language being learned by foreigners? I love, love, loooove it when a non-Pashtun speaks to me in Pashto, too.

Yeah, so, yesterday, we were touring the  city and went to the university. There, we encountered a few people who had musical instruments with them, and we were like, "We wanna hear you guys play!" We had with us what our program calls a "speaking partner," who is basically our tour guide and all. And so she taught us how to say that in (colloquial Arabic). The guy who agreed to play for us was like, "No English! Ask me in Arabic." And so we asked him in Arabic. Since we're learners, our accent was too English, and so he was like, "No, try again." Since I was taught to read and write Arabic from a veeery young age (something I'm soo grateful for right now!), and since I was taught tajweed rules (i.e., rules of reciting the Qur'an properly) by a teacher who wouldn't let us sleep until our tajweed was perfect, my Arabic speaking skills are pretty strong. It's just grammar at this point that I'm tryina learn desperately 'cause, BY GOD, Arabic is a difficult language! :S Anyway, so my point was that when I spoke up and begged him in the accent he wanted us to talk to him in, he was like, "You're Arab?" And I said, "Na, I'm Pakistani." And he played for us! I didn't record it, but I totally will the next time I see him. (I think chances are high, yeah?)

Moving on to the exciting stuff!! Did you know that this city that I'm in is built on seven hills?! No wonder it's soooo hilly, and in many parts, they even have these loooooooooooong stair cases -- long = over 60 steps, I must say! :S Great way to lose weight for those interested in doing so ... but I'm not one of them. :'(  AND it doesn't help that my hotel room is on the third floor, and even for that, I've to use a loooooot of stairs! Yes, there do exist elevators around here, and in this hotel, too, but unfortunately for sweet innnocent me,  the elevator doesn't stop at exactly my floor. Explaining that will take time, which I don't have at the moment, so that'll have to wait for another time.

Food is sooo good and cheap here!! I mean, roughly speaking, you can get a great meal for a price as low as 2 dinars!!! (I think 1 dinar = 1.8 U.S. dollar) Electrical stuff, though, including mobile-related goods (e.g., phone cards) are not cheap. And texting and long-distance calls are very expensive as well.

So, yeah :D That's all for now, folks! I'll talk about my classes in the next entry -- inshaAllah! Today was our first day. They were mumtastic (haha!! Get it? "Mumtaz" in Arabic = "excellent," "beautiful," "awesome," "great," etc.) I'm growing to love the language more than I did before, and I thought I loved it to the limits before!

k, more later.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Back from Swat (Pakistan)!!!!

Hello, hello, HELLLLLLLLLOOO my beloved readers!
Guess who went to Swat this summer and got back last night!!! Well, yes, that'd be me ... hence no blog posts or comments on anyone's blogs and all. In case you can't sense the excitement, I had a bahhhlaaaast (blast)!! Eeee!! k, I can't really write much right now. Am preparing for my trip to the Middle East -- you know, the CLS thingie (I'll tell you which country once I return, ka khairee, haha!). But, yeah, I have come back with loooooooooooooads of information about Swat, about Pakistan, about the people, about my language, about everything and anything I came across. I took thousands of pictures of evvvvvverything ... why, yes, yes, including cows, chickens, drinking vessels, beds, people, mountains, cow/chicken dung, etc. My relatives thought I was crazy, but I told them that this was precious stuff, something I had been longing to see for a long, long while. I told everyone I had come to *travel across* the region that everyone claims is a paradise on earth but that I had never seen as paradise 'cause, hell, the average Swati doesn't travel like that, ok? Only visitors and tourists and other non-Swatis come to Swat to see the area. Really, when I was there back 12 years ago, rarely did anyone go for visits to the main tourist spots, like Marghuzar, Bahrain, Kalam, Malam Jaba, etc. But this time, I told everyone that it don't feel all that good when a non-Swati tells you, "OMG! You're from Swat?! No way! That's like the most beeeeautiful place on earth!" And you go, "Really? Wow. That's what everyone says, but all I've seen is Mingora and Village X -- and all that comes in between, nothing more." So the main goal of my this trip to Swat was, yeah, just touring all over it. And I saw lots at last :)

I also came back with a tonnnnn of ideas for research, some of which are too unique and important for me to share with the public, but others, I'll gladly tell you all about 'em.

Will write more later, k? If you've any questions, don't hesitate to ask the expert here! :D (umm, yes, that'd be me.)

Monday, May 9, 2011

Never Enough Time

I am tired of feeling like I don’t have enough time to get anything done. What do I not have time for? I am blessed with all the time I could ever ask for! And yet, I dare to think there’s not enough time? I need to make some serious resolutions for the upcoming academic year to ensure that I have time for myself (my old weekly self-reflections and stuff--more on this some other time, if you'll remind me), for my friends, for my family, and, most importantly, for my niece!

I remember discussing this with a group of girls from a feminist group at my institution (my alma mater now :D OMG!!! I’ve graduated!! I’m gonna miss it so, SO freaking much!!!) around November 2009, and I remember telling them that my relationship with my teachers is such that I have no problem turning in an assignment later than it’s due. Sure, it’s no habit—but I am not one to stress so much over it that I don’t sleep or my face gets wrinkled up or I lose/gain weight or something. And, so, I’d simply grin at them and say, “I promise it’ll be in your (in)box by xx:yy, k?” This particular one, my favorite teacher of all time, never minded… and it was precisely because he never minded it that I made sure not to do it more than twice or so. I couldn’t betray him like that.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

My Experiences with Online Pashtun Communities: Part I

So, this is the first of my series on my experiences in virtual Pashtun communities. I don't mean to make them sound ill - they're not. They're just not for me. (NOTE: I'm referring here to only one particular forum that I was active in for over a year, but I left it last week for reasons I'll explain below in this post and in the ones to come soon.) I'll explain as I write more. I won't give links to the last forum, the one I left, for obvious reasons, unless you're a researcher and are sincerely interested in knowing what goes on in the online Pashtun world, in which case I will e-mail you the link to the one that compelled me to start this series and to write on online Pashtun communities.

But, still, I feel like I "need" to be involved in them as a researcher. But not the one that's currently the most active one. I am hopeful, quite desperately, for the one before this particular one to revive again.; it was called Chai Khana. That website is currently not functioning, and almost all of the people I know whom I met on that previous one miss it and know that nothing, no other community can ever replace that one. I am one of them, and we've been creating petitions to beg--like, literally BEG-- the owner of that site to renew it. so far, it's all been in vain, but, hey, you never know.

This is just an intro, so don't mind the disorganized thoughts.

Basically, as I pointed out in my post "Research Ideas: Online Pashtun Communities," there's a whole new "culture" out there online for Pashtuns. Most of the users of these communities seem to based outside of Pakistan and Afghanistan, so it becomes particularly important for the current and upcoming generations. Why? Because new ideas and thoughts and values are being perpetrated through the Internet, and the division between the Pashtuns of Pakistan/Afghanistan and those abroad continues to grow. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I'm not concerned with that. I'm only interested in what exactly that means for the future of my people.

For many Pashtuns who use these communities, I have observed, their interaction with Pashtuns online is the only access they have to their culture, people, history, origin. Many of us go there to revisit our language, which not all of us speak in our homes with our families. Others go there just to chill. And this matters because not all of us are fortunate/unfortunate enough to live among Pashtuns in the west. Where I live, for example, there are very few Pashtun families, and they're not united enough for me to feel as if I can interact with them any time I like. There are also always fears of "what will they say behind my back to other families?" (As you might know, this is common with many eastern families, not just Pashtuns.) So, we, especially females, are often forced to behave and look and think differently when around them, which creates a feeling of discomfort and unease. The Qrratugai that I am, this doesn't always go well with moi! hah. But online? Well, theoretically, you can be whatever you want to be behind the screen, even pose as someone of the opposite gender to achieve whatever goals you might have. Or can/do you? As my friend Hina once noted, even though Pashtun women have this excellent opportunity when online to say *whatever* they want without facing any consequences, even though they can speak their minds without revealing their real identities, most don't appear to be doing so. Hina and I find this very interesting and worth exploring. What is it that still prevents them from speaking their minds? That's not to claim by any means, though, that no Pashtun woman online does that. No, a lot of them do -- it's just not common, and when it does happen, it's not appreciated much, especially by males. (By the way: When I joined the very first Pashtun forum ever, back in October 2008, there were questions about my gender. For a while, no one wanted to believe that I was female. They said that if I'm a female, then I'm not a Pashtun; if I'm Pashtun, then I'm not female because Pashtun women are (supposedly) too submissive to talk the way I do. hah. In the one I left last week, there were obviously questions about my religious beliefs. hah. More on this soon, I promise.)

I'm saying all this to show that these communities have become an integral part of the lives of many Pashtuns who use them. For some Pashtuns, the only Pashtuns they know in real life are the ones they meet online and exchange contact information with if they trust them enough and become lifelong friends. I know several like this. For a large number of Pashtuns, also, both women and men, it is via these communities that they meet their life partner. In another post later on, I will talk about how exactly (and how cleverly) they later go about marrying that person, as I know of a few who have done this. And, while some like to see this as an affront to traditional Pashtun values, which require that the elders find our marraige mate for us, others realize the necessity of this trend: Because there are not enough or any Pashtuns around in their "real" lives, or the ones who are around are not suitable for them, it makes all the sense in the world to expect to marry someone you met on these forums or discussion groups who shares your interests and understands and respects you and later, if is male, sends rishta, to your parents' house -- that is, to ask for your hand in marriage through his parents. Of course, if you dare to enter any of these forums with the intention of finding a life partner, you WILL be screwed, kicked out, abused, humiliated, and simply ridiculed in every other possible way. And, so, smart people don't do that.

Oh, and, although I'll explain this in another post I'll be writing for this series, I have to mention this: when they meet online, the couples never make it known to the public, especially to their parents, because their parents won't let them marry then. I'll explain why this is so later on. But for now, just know that online communities have become important in several ways, not just for sharing information about Pashtuns and learning about our culture/people, etc. Their roles, and the importance of their roles, become obvious and appreciated, I think, once one enters them and observes what goes on there, what people say to each other, what people discuss there, how debates are handled, how each gender is treated and presented and represented, and so on. And it's for these reasons that I find them very fascinating for myself and enjoy looking around them.

I have stopped, however, participating in the last one I was a part of. Why? Because they didn't know how to handle me. They too frequently misunderstood what I was saying, and it's not like what I "meant" to say was misunderstood: it's that what I *said* was understood. And the reason they misunderstood was that they're not used to Pashtun women who are like me: I question, I reason, I think; I am critical, and I don't shy away from making it known to them that there's more than one way of reading and seeing and interpreting something that they dismiss as wrong just because they lack the ability to understand it a different way. And so, what almost everyone there, including the "administration" (i.e., the moderators and administrators), resorted to doing eventually when they could no longer handle the criticism they were receiving by having me be so active on there was to ridicule and mock me as much as possible so that I eventually was compelled to say, "To hell with you jerks. Delete my account from here. You really don't deserve to have me here." And the admin finally deleted me, albeit reluctantly ... well, reluctantly 'cause he knew that if I left, the forum would lose much of the diversity that's crucial to a forum as active as that one. (By the way, according to the admin there, he got a lot of complaints about me from "big Pashtun media people" (what the hell?) because of what I said on there... and it's not like I didn't know how to present my views to my audience: it's only that they didn't know how to respond to our differences; I sort of infringed on their artificial sense of "unity," which, to them, unfortunately means having the exact same opinions! To be in a surrounding where everyone thinks the same way is hell for me, k, damnit?!So, supposedly, even some big media people complained about me ... and never to me, mind you! Only to the admin. Being myself, I dismissed that as amusing, and I still do.)

Anyway, you get the idea: I left it because it was not a hospitable environment for me. It may be a totally different experience for you, I don't know. But for me? I'd be crazy to ever return there, other than to observe and pity most of the people there and to learn from the few ones whose immense knowledge I admire.

My posts for the series of my experiences in online Pashtun communities will include the following:
~ Why I left the last forum I was active in
~ What my very, very first experience on any online Pashtun community was like
~ Why and how I was "demoted" from the position of a moderator on one of these communities
~ How Pashtun women are (re)presented in these communities
~ Pashtun nationalism and the virtual world

More later, ka khairee.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Osama Bin Laden is Dead?!

Like, Oh. Em. Gee. I don't believe it -- at ALL! I mean, c'mon. Either he was dead eons ago (imagine: America's search for him since 2001 .... a little over 11 years later, and the guy finally falls dead? Naaah!), or this is all a scam.My first response when I heard about it was a laughter. Really. He cannot be dead. He's too powerful to die. I can almost guarantee something very precious to me (anything but my niece, k?) that a few months or years later, the media will be required to retract its word.

My main question remains, though: Why did it take us this long to finally kill him? What was different about today that made it possible for Bin Laden to be killed today and not 10 years ago, or not 5 years ago? And, ahhhh ... how to ignore the millions of people we have killed in the process of seeking Bin Laden? But, hey, at least now we can't be going around killing innocent children and mothers and fathers and elders and other humans with the excuse that we intended to kill Bin Laden instead, right? Wrong. We're going to need another Bin Laden now. I wonder who it shall be.

Importantly, the more I read into the media these days, the more I start to notice that this is not a war against a particular individual or terrorist; it's a war against a people. And we all know who they are. I mean, pause for a moment and ask yourself why only a particular group of people are always being killed and why only this one particular force is always in charge. Why? Who put them in charge? And why is it that this particular force has a particular ideological, religious, political, and social system -- one that completely opposes the system of its victim? I don't think I need to speak more about this. But do do a little thinking about it, and it'll start to make sense. Well, me, I started realizing this in 2006 after they killed Saddam Hussain, but each time something else happens, I want to laugh at the fact that few actually realize who's playing this game and how it's won.

k, I got work to finish, so more on this another time.

For now, let's hope that we don't see people burning cars and homes and themselves and others in celebration or in protest of this killing, assuming Bin Laden is really dead. But remember: we'll be having another Osama bin Laden soon. Very, very soon. In the mean time, enjoy.

P.S. Who saw this? :p "Obama" bin Laden is dead, according to NPR! Teehee? No. Not funny at all. Fortunately, they fixed the error almost instantly, 'cause when I went to re-check it, it no longer read "Obama bin Laden" but "Osama bin Laden." 


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