I also write about interfaith marriage and my very lovely, often comedic, life with my husband “Bob”.
I am a British born, Pakistani, Muslim woman and, if you are anything like me, you will know that these are three incredibly complex states of being to juggle in unison and, short of one being a multi-limbed octopus lady, can rarely be satisfied fully at one time.
I can identify with Pakistani culture as well as the culture and traditions of the religion I was raised in but; I do enjoy a good whiskey, used to smoke like a chimney, I collect really rubbish songs on vinyl like Bruce Willis’ timeless classic “Respect Yourself”, I love to knit, I make a killer steak and kidney pie and, like many other women in the UK, karaoke bars are also my secret shame.
I have studied my religion and taken from it the salient points that I wish to live my life by and pass on to my children.
I often liken the South Indian approach to dating to Georgian Britain. It is no wonder then that, when it comes to the world of dating, the Modern Muslim is left rather flummoxed.
It’s all about reputation and one’s family and parental interference is a welcome and common occurrence. As much as I do love the old country, demure wafty fan way of doing things, I was always a headstrong little girl.
Often in my life, I have found difficulty in trying to satisfy all three strands of my religious and cultural identity, particularly when it came to the opposite sex.
As a British woman, it seemed perfectly natural to want to explore my curiosities and fascinations with the world of boys.
The trouble is, I went to an all girls private school and wasn’t allowed to date when I was younger or even have male friends really.