Sharing My Heritage Growing Up in My Birthplace

Sharing My Heritage Growing Up in My Birthplace

According to John Milton, "The childhood shows the man as morning shows the day." Childhood is one of the beautiful times in your life that you know is unforgettable. I, who was born and raised in Pakistan, can never forget my childhood.

Growing up in Pakistan was a great experience since I grew in rich family. Pakistan heritage is something to be proud of. I was born in Lahore, Pakistan in 1987. In Pakistani culture, after a baby is born, he would be washed properly as people pray for him. Then, someone has to choose a name for him. My father in Arabic, which was not my language, chose my name. After my name was chosen, my grandmother gave me some honey to taste.

My family was somewhat religious, and I was told to read the Quran, Islamic bible, and was told to understand my religion. My parents were concerned about my Islamic studies because Pakistan was a Muslim country and Islam was the official religion. In a while, my father left for Saudi Arabia on a business mater.

I was raised with my grandparents and mother. In Pakistani culture, the oldest male members of the family guided the family and are given respect. The position was given to my grandfather who loved me as much as my father did and never made me feel bad. I was always scared from him, but still I loved him.

My mom never let me go anywhere alone because Pakistan, as a developing country, doesn't provide a secure environment. Women cannot walk alone on the street, children cannot go to parks without supervisors, and people rarely go out at night. But at least once a month, our family went to picnic with my relatives. I had been to many beautiful places, such as Kashmir, and had tried many delicious foods. I used to love Kashmiri tea, but my parent always stopped me from drinking because she believed that it is too hot and therefore is not good for children. Social life was simple in Pakistan. Social customs and traditions reflect Islam. I had been to many weddings and...

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