Understanding the World through Varied Prisms

Our minds are like explorers with a wide-angle lens, uncovering the mysteries of the sky’s heights and the sea’s depths. Yet, sometimes, our thinking throws a party in a cramped space, forming opinions based on a limited view.

Take watching dramas from different countries, for example. When we binge on Pakistani dramas, suddenly Pakistan is the epicenter of saas-bahu (mothers and daughters-in-law) showdowns, and black magic extravaganzas, and everyone seems to be on a power trip at home. Is Pakistan truly a magical land, or are we missing the everyday charm?

In our friend gatherings, the magical spell accusation is as common as ordering pizza. Not that I am confirming a nationwide magic epidemic, but who knows? Now, the discussion seamlessly transitions to household dramas, making it seem like Pakistani TV is the mirror of our society.

If I play along with this idea, then Turkey becomes a place where vendettas are served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In India, every child’s paternity is a cliffhanger, and the big reveal comes 25 years later like a divine revelation from Lord Brahma as a twist. And in Korea, the pursuit of beauty is so intense; it’s like a 24/7 hotline for true love. But, seriously, does anyone find true love that easily, or is it just a case of love at first contour?

Life my friend, is this grand art exhibit of different viewpoints, and at its heart, it’s a reminder that how we see reality is all tangled up with our own wild adventures. No two folks look at the world and agree on every detail. It’s a carnival of perspectives, shaped by cultural backgrounds, personal tales, and the social scenes we find ourselves in.

Now, let me take you back to 2010, the year I hit the jackpot of luck and got to go on Hajj to Mecca, courtesy of Allah The Almighty. So, there I am, staying in the Shisha neighborhood in Azizia, doing some shopping with my sister at Shisha Bin Dawood, the superstore extraordinaire.

We’re minding our business, waiting in line to pay, when this Bangladeshi dynamo at the cash counter decides it’s time to switch things up. He starts calling forward the person behind us, completely skipping our turn. Okay, fine, maybe he just had a soft spot for people with fewer items. But no, this happens not once, but twice!

After he breezes through a few more customers behind us, my patience, which is usually as sturdy as wet tissue paper, is wearing thin. In my best Libyan Arabic tone, I summon the store manager, making it clear that I’m not thrilled about being the invisible shopper in Bangladeshi Boy’s checkout game.

He, in Arabic, shoots back, asking why I need the manager on speed dial. I straight up tell him that his favoritism game isn’t cool, and without a word of apology, he offers to finally scan our stuff. I roll my eyes, pay up, and make a swift exit. Honestly, I chose to overlook his favoritism because, well, I was in the midst of a pilgrimage.

Now, here’s the kicker. I’m left with this nagging feeling that Bangladeshi Boy had a grudge against Pakistanis. Could it have been a misunderstanding? Sure. But now I’m walking around with this biased notion that Bangladeshis have it out for us. It’s not like I haven’t met loads of sweet and refined Bangladeshis since then, but that encounter gave me a little conspiracy theory to entertain – maybe they’re holding onto some historical beef from the whole freedom-from-Pakistan saga.

Life, eh? One moment, you’re on a pilgrimage, the next, you’re contemplating grocery store geopolitics.

So, the idea of a universal truth becomes the Loch Ness Monster of philosophy. Instead, the world turns into this kaleidoscope of individuality, painting a graffiti of truths shaped by our wacky perspectives.

Flash forward to a Singapore escapade. Picture this sitcom moment in the Lion City – my dad, sister, and I, the lost trio, pulling off our best explorers’ act in Arab Street and Little India. Classic, right? On our way back, we hit a crossroads of confusion, like a real-life choose-your-own-adventure, sensing we might have accidentally joined the cast of “Lost.”

Cue the suspenseful music as we reach Main Road and spot our potential lifesaver, the first lady in sight. We pop the million-dollar question: “Hey, do you know the way to our hotel?” Now, here comes the plot twist – she’s clueless about our hotel, turning our quest into a treasure hunt for Bugis Junction.

In a plot twist that could rival an Oscar-winning screenplay, she proposes that we stick with her, playing the role of a human GPS with an impeccable sense of direction. Miraculously, we find our hotel, all set to dub her our navigation savior and offer her some tea, our chosen currency for expressing gratitude. But wait, before you unleash the applause, she drops the bomb – she’s running late for a meeting, yet she prioritized rescuing lost tourists over being fashionably on time, executing a superhero exit.

This incident? It’s like the comedy of errors meets heartwarming sitcom, showcasing the unpredictability of someone hitting pause on their busy life to rescue lost tourists. It’s a one-(wo)man show inadvertently representing an entire community – Singaporeans, you sly geniuses. Now, I’m convinced every Singaporean is secretly equipped with a tourist rescue cape, making lost souls like us feel right at home in their maze-like streets. Cheers to the unexpected hero of the day and the whole sitcom-worthy cast of Singaporean kindness!

In this wild ride of subjective truths, where universal reality is as mythical as a unicorn on rollerblades, the richness of existence shines through the variety of perspectives. It’s like life’s grand improv show, where no single perspective has the monopoly on truth. The real gem lies in this patchwork quilt of diverse perceptions, stitched together with the thread of cosmic humor.

It’s a bit like having your all-time favorite ice cream flavor; you savor every scoop, but hey, there’s an entire aisle of other flavors out there waiting to join the party. So, while our perspectives are doing their little dance, let’s not forget there’s a whole gelato universe of viewpoints we’ve yet to taste!

Once upon a time, my Facebook friend Katie from Belgium had this grand plan to visit India. Being the hospitable soul I am, I threw a wild card and invited her to swing by Pakistan. Now, keep in mind; Pakistan wasn’t exactly winning the ‘Most Peaceful Vacation Spot’ award at that time. But hey, not every corner was hosting a terrorism party.

Skipping to the good part, Katie takes me up on the offer, jet-setting her way through India and landing in Pakistan via Dubai. Yours truly plays the airport welcoming committee, because that’s what friends do.

As Katie lands in Karachi, you can almost see the skepticism oozing out of her post-immigration. But fear not, we make a pitstop at the golden arches, and suddenly, the world is a better place. A Pepsi later, we brave the streets of Karachi. The bustling traffic, skyscrapers, and people hustling around work their magic, and Katie’s uneasiness turns into chit-chat enthusiasm.

She spends a week exploring Karachi with me, my family and my buddy Anjum, and life is good. Fast forward to the next year; Katie’s back, this time with her teenage son. She’s practically the mayor of Karachi, oozing confidence and probably knows the best places for street food.

Back in the day, I refrained from throwing shade at people scared of Pakistan. Blame it on the media, making every terrorism hiccup sound like the whole country’s indigestion. Maybe our embassies were on a coffee break; who knows?

In conclusion, life’s grand orchestra plays through the funky lenses of our perspectives. It’s like a buffet of understanding – take a plate, try a bit of everything. As we waltz through this interpretive dance, let’s not just widen our own viewfinder but also give a nod to the wonderfully diverse perspectives out there. Because in this mosaic of truths, lies the beauty and richness of our global human experience.