My generation grew up at a time when colonial hang up was at its peak.
Our older generation had been slaves and had a huge inferiority
complex of the British. The school I went to was similar to all elite
schools in Pakistan.
Despite gaining independence, they were, and still are, producing
replicas of public schoolboys rather than Pakistanis.I read
Shakespeare, which was fine, but no Allama Iqbal – the national poet
of Pakistan. The class on Islamic studies was not taken seriously, and
when I left school I was considered among the elite of the country
because I could speak English and wore Western clothes.
Despite periodically shouting ‘Pakistan Zindabad’ in school
functions, I considered my own culture backward and religion outdated.
Among our group if any one talked about religion, prayed or kept a
beard he was immediately branded a Mullah.
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