Sunday, April 08, 2012

On pockets full of gold

I long to find a sincere enclave of people. Not necessarily like-minded. Or same-faith. Or with children. Or without. Just a sincere community of people with whom to associate with and within which to raise my child. While others have found it the search for me proves elusive. Sure there are pockets of gold, lovely people I'm lucky to know who love my son and show him kindness I don't take for granted and who I consider my dear friends-- but the community? The enclave-- is missing in a way I somehow feel is not missing for others. I want to try to seek it out and yet I can't force myself to when I feel uncomfortable or unwanted. High school is long over. Trying to fit into cliques, emotionally drains me. And yet, it makes me sad that while I have friends to fill my weekends with and to listen when I need to talk, on the greater scheme of group community, I'm lacking. I worry what it means for my son.

Friday, the last day my sister-cousin was visiting. We wandered over to my favorite coffee shop and as I thought these thoughts I turned to see her sitting on the bar stool by the windows, my son perched next to her--- and my heart caught in my throat. It hit me with full force, as much as I want it, as long as I live here, I may never have the inclusive enclave I've longed for but I will have this community-- his enclave-- these people those lovely pockets of people who truly love him. Pakistani, Indian, Muslim, Christian, Orthodox, Jewish, Gay, Lovely, Funny, Kind and wonderful people who may not be a collective enclave, but if one must have pockets of friends and family, how can one complain when ones pockets are bursting at the seams with gold?

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

:-(

katery said...

i am missing that feeling of "community" as well.

Aisha said...

Thanks Anon :/

Kate, you and me both, hope you have your pockets of gold though?

jenicini said...

<3 this.

Aisha said...

Thanks for sharing that you've felt the same way Jenicini

Anonymous said...

Love this. I feel the same way. I have a lack of community and I am very grateful for those that I have in my life.

Aisha said...

Anon, thank you for sharing that you can relate!

katery said...

we've got a few friends and family here, but i really wish we were in montana, which is where the majority of my friends and family are.

pj said...

i was just talking to my dad about this issue today. I am a fluently bilingual, by all accounts good little desi girl. i am a professional, done school, working. i help my parents out, i dutifully cook indian dishes and watch bollywood movies, make trip to the motherland etc. I can joke and make conversation with most people. Desi aunties seem to like me as do cousins.
UNTIL....they see my husband.
I can tell them all he has a good medical professional job, he's busy with work etc etc -they all assume he is indian until they see this big white guy appear. and then the whispering starts, and the averted looks, they recall my bio a bit more suspiciously looking for the 'rebellion' that likely manifested somewhere prior to me 'running off' (it's never "walking off") with a gora boy. Despite my parents meeting and being a part of our lives even prior to us decideing to go out ....no it's the little desi kids who are warned if not obviously, then by the aunties who make that sound..."hmmmmmph.. oooookay. verry good. goodbye." who immediately start talking to me in English whenever encountering me, even if my husband is not around, to remind me that i have joined "one of them'. I have been very quickley cut out of all desi functions, invites to social gatherings because of this reason.

how stupid! and irritating!

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