I have so many things to say about our trip to Pakistan this time. It was a whirlwind to say the least. Before I begin, there are some things I purchased from Pakistan which I wanted to write a review on (fragrances, lipsticks, etc). The problem is I decided against creating a new blog dedicated to fashion and the like. Well, long story short, I’m going to use this blog for more than just life updates. Anyway on to our Pakistan trip!

Our plane landed around iftar time. By the time we got done with immigration and got our luggage, it was exactly iftar time. The funniest thing was walking out of the airport and having our glasses immediately fog up due to the heat and humidity outside. We called my uncle to ask him where he was since no one was there to pick us up. Turns out they were all in the car. From the airport, our luggage went to my dadi’s house, and we went with my cousin to my aunt and uncle’s house since their daughter passed away the month before. Visiting their house left me feeling uneasy. It felt so empty without my cousin; she was so young and beautiful, but Allah takes away the ones near and dear to his heart soon. My aunt and parents were sobbing uncontrollably, and I just didn’t know what to do.

Coincidentally, the same night was chand raat. This meant Eid was the next day. Everyone was getting ready for Eid by going to beauty salons to get their mehndi, eyebrows, arms, etc done. There I was, going from house to house with my parents. From our tai ammi’s house, we went to my dadi’s house. Four of my dad’s brothers live there with their families, so we could easily meet everyone. We went to meet my cousins and uncle; their mother (and his wife) had passed away last October. More uncontrollable sobbing. This first day was very awkward for both me and my brother; it had been three years since we’d seen our family, so we didn’t even know what to do or say to them.

On Eid, we went over to my nani’s house and met with my mom’s brothers and their families. I refuse to talk about one of her brothers and his family. Nani and nana gave us Eidi, so did mamu and mami. Everyone kept giving us Eidi, it was great. My tai ammi held a fatiha on Eid day for her daughter, so after nani and nana’s house we spent the entire day there. At tai ammi’s house, I met tai ammi’s side of the family which included her sister, her sister in law, and her mother. They were all so warm and welcoming. I am so touched by the way they treated us. Her sister became my friend in a way. We were both laying down after a long, tiring Eid and just talking about stuff. Tai ammi’s mother was adorable. One of my older cousins (the jokester from here on out) kept joking around with my brother and me. He’s like “I’m going to talk to Eabad in English alone so that no one hears my terrible English.” Omg he was such a riot. Eid in Pakistan was wonderful and lovely. It was made even better due to the fact that we spent Eid with family. I wish it were possible to celebrate Eid in Pakistan every year.

The rest of our trip was a mix of shopping and visiting family. I stayed in my dadi’s house (for one day), nani’s house (majority), and tai ammi’s house (two days). We also attended a total of three weddings which was exhausting– one valima, one mehndi and barat, one nikkah. My uncle’s friend’s valima was held in a banquet hall (newly made full A/C halls in Pakistan). My second cousin’s mehndi and baraat were great, but I couldn’t see properly half the time since my contacts were with my tai ammi. The most important festivity though was my older cousin’s nikkah. He’s the oldest out of all our cousins on our dad’s side, and now he’s finally married. May Allah bless you and bhabhi with a happily married life.

The most important thing I got out of this trip was the nature of people. Yes, there are members of my family whom I refuse to talk to and want nothing to do with. There are members of my family who I can tolerate enough to pleasantly chat with them. And then there are members of my family who I absolutely love and would do anything for. These past few years the only reason I hated Pakistan was because I thought that the love present among our relationships had vanished. But that’s not the case. Only some people have forgotten the value of such relationships, but those who still love us and welcome us exist also. I should focus my time and effort into maintaining those relationships. If someone doesn’t want to talk to me or greet me properly, then screw them. There are other members of the family who love me and cherish the moments we spend together.

I can safely say, without regret, that I won’t mind going back to Pakistan. There are people I truly love back there, and I would do anything for them. I can safely say that I miss Pakistan and my family.