When people ask me what sort of life is there in Karachi. I say great.

When they ask me how are Pakistani as people, I say great. I’m a proud Pakistani. But had I been as Israeli, I would have been a proud one.

Very recently, someone from the US asked me how’s Karachi to dwell in? At first I felt like being a plastic person and saying “Oh it’s great”  but then I realized that this woman wants to move form USA and settle down in Karachi! That’s against the trend.

If I don’t tell her the truth and she traps in here with the kids, it might be just because of me- I didn’t say the truth. And that’s when I took the makeup off my face and told her what we really are.

When we do not idealize ourselves how can we make others do that. I had to have the guts to let her know how we view through tinted glass: the imported stuff and had to show her the rotten parts beautifully done under piles of cosmetic.

 

I started replying to the lady’s email and thought would be done in few lines. Surprisingly it took me an hour and a half to shamelessly let her know what the truth was. I hate feeling so ugly. And when I was done and as I wrote:

Best wishes,

Unaiza Nasim.

 

I had a proud smile on my face. Proud of throwing up the undigested thoughts that used to stink under the expensive brands of perfume I wear. I was scared of other nationals to realize this ugliness of me. The feeling was so strong ,it over come every other good quality as if there wasn’t any ever.

In my attempt to say the truth and bring up the reality show, I’m not sure if I convinced her how difficult it was for an American to adapt our lifestyle - so impossible – yet proving the compatibility of Desi’s to mould themselves so easily into any culture. The gleam of foreign currency brings a twinkle in the eye and there we are hypnotized! Piece of cake.

 

Or may be I was smiling because I had escaped the ugly trap that was set in. The feeling of triumph…