Happy Ending… or Not!
Girl meets boy. Girl has a crush on boy. She falls in love. The feelings are mutual. Happy ending? Get real, this isnât a replica of Disneyâs Aladdin. Try, Pakistani Muslim girl Fatima, meets non-Muslim boy. Enough said.
Coming from a fairly traditional background, Fatima was always taught that some friendships depending on ethnic, political and religious reasons would not be feasible. Fatima accepted this, until love entered the picture. Then she was lost. âWhy canât we have what we want?â and âwhy do we fall in love so easy, even when itâs not right?â were just some of the questions that baffled her. She has not yet found a satisfying answer because even if she gets close it ends with a âbutâ followed by another question, âwhy?â
Throughout the first 3 years of Fatimaâs high school days she was classed as a âtomboyâ. Unlike all the other girls around her who had just discovered make-up and push-up bras, she was indifferent to her femininity, to an extent. She was more interested in having fun than seeking the attention of other boys. So when did it all change and when exactly did she become love struck?
Her own personal story may be different to the rest. From seeing the Pakistani-Muslim boys at school and their perception of women, from such a young age, only encouraged her to develop negative feelings for any Pakistani boy from then on. âYou should be covering your hair, youâre a Muslimâ or âyou canât hang out with us, youâre a girlâ, are some of the comments they made to the other Asian girls. But not Fatima. She was the âtomboyâ, they accepted her for being able to hold a conversation with them without giggling after every word from the excitement of having schoolboys around her. Yes, thatâs how a lot of the other Asians reacted. Cringe. But that wasnât enough for her to accept them being the way they were, regardless of how they treated her differently.
In the short-term Fatima was cool with it but this has had long-term effects. Although Fatima felt she may be stereotyping, she thought: âCan you blame me? I have grown up with a large number of my own race and I have been exposed to some of their worst qualities. I describe them as possessive, paranoid and chauvinistic on all different levels and I say this from experience. Obviously they are not all like that.â
So youâre wondering what her story is. How about, âThe Girl Next Doorâ, except sheâs not an ex porn-star. He on the other hand is like the Indian Matthew Kidman, straight âAâ student who spent most of his childhood indoors. âWhilst the kids around my block and I were planning the next house to play knock-a-door-run on, geek-boy was would be indoors busy with his literacy and numeracy work books, even on weekends. This was the story of pretty much his whole childhood.â
Five years in high school, in the same form ended up being one hell of a roller coaster for the both of them. She described it as some sort of an, âepiphanyâ. It went from the tormenting geek related comments: âWhy are you so boring?â, âI hate you, you never have time for your friendsâ, to pure admiration: âyour geekiness is such a turn onâ, âCan you be my personal tutorâ.
âHow my thoughts for this so called friend at the time changed from negative to positive within 5 years still surprises me,â she said. Fatima never thought the day would come when everything would suddenly change.
âFebruary 14, 2009. The day when I realised I no longer possess control over my own feelings. I always knew I couldnât be with a non-Muslim. Thatâs what Islam strictly forbids. But on this particular evening, something within me felt so overpowering that it transformed my current thoughts and beliefs. And it only took one look. That moment in Cineworld, watching the super long âCurious Case of Benjamin Buttonâ felt even longer after that one look. It was the lonely evening when geek-boy and I were civilised enough to be able to hang out and as we were both lover-less, we agreed to accompany one another to our local cinema. We made it clear that this was merely a friendship thing and anything more would be gross.
âIt was about half way through the movie when I glanced to my left and he happened to glance to his right at the same time. That glance turned in to a stare, a stare which even in the darkness of the cinema room was strong enough to block all other senses except our sight. The light from the screen was fixed on our eyes which connected the two together. This lasted maybe just 10-15 seconds before we resumed our heads to face the screen, or was it longer, it certainly felt that way. I remember losing all focus on the movie, trying to recall what just happened. The cool room suddenly turned in to a sauna and I felt the palms of my hands dampen. I wanted to remove my cardigan but I was nervous. What! Nervous? Me? I remember feeling so confused; I wasnât sure what was happening. I was stuck, I couldnât move, I was too worried it would be awkward if I did.
âThis was just the beginning of what was yet to come. All the things I was taught were forbidden for me suddenly became that much more appealing. My love for geek-boy grew and I wasnât letting anything or anyone get in the way of it. I was 17 at the time and hadnât experienced anything like it.â
But donât forget, sheâs Pakistani and even though her parents are liberal in some ways, they are still traditional in other. She can never really bring a boyfriend home unless he fits the criteria of a potential husband. Even then sheâd have to be 110% sure before even mentioning him to her parents.
âTo them, a potential husband has to be the following: 1) Pakistani 2) Muslim 3) Sunni (branch of Islam that accepts the first four caliphs as rightful successors to the Prophet Muhammad) and 4) Successful (earning enough to provide for himself and their daughter).
âNow my own personal challenge is trying to find someone who not only fits their criteria but also mine. Ok, I completely agree that he has to be a Muslim and preferably Sunni, but Pakistani? I couldnât care less. Islam does not expect one to marry someone of their own race. Islam is a universal religion; it doesnât matter if youâre black, white, yellow or brown, as long youâre Muslim interracial marriages should be widely accepted.â
But this isnât the case where she comes from. And it can be âfrustratingâ, as she describes it.
âIt doesnât help that Iâm the youngest out of four. The older two have married British Pakistanis and the third is about to do the same. I basically have no choice really but to follow in their footsteps and not âdisappoint the familyâ, as the older sibling often reminds me.
âThe time came when the two years at our 6th form was coming to an end and he was moving far away to the other side of the country and I was to stay here in the North. By now we were inseparable; hearts chained and locked as one. This wasnât an easy ride. As much as we tried to keep this between just the two of us, we faced the challenge of trying to act ânormalâ around everyone else including our friends who were baffled after we repeatedly denied our relationship.
âMany times I have tried to understand what it means to not disappoint the family. What about me and my happiness? For a long time I believed happiness for me would be to marry geek-boy knowing he was an atheist. The first boy I fell in love with regardless of his race and religious beliefs.
âThey say time heals everything. In this case we had no choice, he was moving for the next 4 years and who knows if he is ever coming back. Time also made me realise that if I rebelled against my familyâs wishes they will forever be disappointed and if you knew me, youâd instantly agree that itâs not worth it. â
Fatima feels that she doesnât have a good enough excuse to rebel.
âWhat have my family not done for me? Iâm spoilt and I admit it, Iâm definitely loved and I know that too. I have learnt that I need to appreciate that my parents are from a different era. I mean, theyâre 65 and 60 years of age, back then it was norm for them to go ahead with arranged and forced marriages. Iâm quite lucky they havenât imposed those old traditions upon us. I certainly donât expect them to adjust to todayâs society and way of thinking. Itâs not easy for them and I donât plan on making it any more difficult.
âMany people often tell me they donât understand how religion can forbid two people who love one another, to marry and be happy. And my answer to those people is; first of all, itâs not religion, itâs just culture and you can choose to accept it or rebel and suffer the consequences. I come from a big united family and I know they want whatâs best for me. Even though I know this, deep down it frustrates me to accept that this is just a fact of life.
âSo call it what you want, a sad, unfair or complicated story, I will probably end up marrying a Pakistani Muslim. Yes, I believe it will be a successful marriage but I will never in the future forbid my children from interracial marriages. Period.â
Fatima is still the same vibrant individual she was back in high school. However one thing remains the same. She still hasnât found the ideal British-Pakistani Muslim guy who she feels she could one day settle with. However, she believes, âeverything will fall in to place at the right time, whenever God decides.â
I guess all she really asks is for you to keep her in your prayers. Inshallah J
