Amrika, Pakistan, Islam and everything in between

Author: rubeel (Page 1 of 18)

Back to the USA from Qatar

I am back in the States and there is a drama to all this. I was working for a sports retailer in Qatar and got my employment terminated by them in December. This wasn’t a shock but expected, the company had a history of doing such and being a professional it is part of a job. But things got interesting when they proceeded to put an exit block on me so I couldn’t leave Qatar. I complained but went along with this as I was on my 2 month notice period. Once the month ended, I didn’t get my salary. I asked for about my salary multiple times from the HR but couldn’t get a straight answer. Infact they wouldn’t pick up my calls or respond to emails. after a day or two I received an email that stated that my termination was cancelled and I was re-terminated by the company based on the claim that I caused finance loss to the company. I requested the proof of that and they refused to provide it.

During all this drama, I am packing my bags and hoping to leave but couldn’t. I couldnt find a job locally and the job market was not in good shape already.

The HR called me on day and told me to come and sign a paper, give up my rights and they will let me exit and put me on a plane to USA. I was desperate and decided to do it. The HR person even told me to come at 7am so it is done before the office even opens.

That night, i talked to a close friend of mine and he being a local told me not to give up on my rights. He convinced me that i should go to Human Rights Commission Office in Doha and explain the situation to them. It turns out that there is a human rights commission in Qatar which deals with the abuse of the employers, which mean sit is a frequent issue. Once i went there, i was directed to an exit permit section. I explained the situation to the front man (expat) who took my information to a Captain (Qatari) in the back. they contacted the company and was told to wait an hour.

After an hour, i was told that the company will settle with me within three days and provide the exit permit. I left and headed home. I called the Company and this time the HR Head picked up the phone. he informed that he will let me know what the company is going to do. the next day and over the weekend (Friday and Saturday) there was no information or feedback from the company. On Sunday (Sunday is a weekdays in Qatar) I wrote emails to the company HR and Legal department and there was no feedback. Around 4pm on Sunday I got an email informing me that there was nothing owed to me and they will issue the exit permit. I received the exit permit and subsequently left Qatar.

The day I left Qatar, I filed a case with Labor Ministry and hired a lawyer to represent me. So now we are awaiting a court date to get my rights.

Many things I noticed, there is clear abuse in Qatar for employers, doesn’t matter what nationality but private companies would try their best to abuse employees, some might fight back and some will give up and leave. this empowers the employers.

The company is tied to the World Cup and maybe they think their importance to the FIFA world cup will ensure that they don’t have an accountability. The final accountability is with Allah and i will wait for it.

some words about the life in Qatar. it is a dream land. a Façade where everything is like Disneyworld. It has a lot of goods but living there doesn’t prepare you for the real world which is very different. Specially coming from the west, there is a lot of tradeoff. Giving up on your rights, your freedoms, your values and your professionalism. The laws are in favor or Qataris, the rules are in favor of locals to ensure they win. There is a ceiling called Qatari that you cannot break through. you cannot argue or you cannot question. Qataris get alot of benefits while people who are actually building up their country, cleaning their beaches and making this world cup happen are at the bottom. clear racism, in offices, in government centers, in health clinics and many other places. I thought my American passport would help, it did to certain extent but I was always the south Asian with an American passport and not an American. Admissions to universities are with dual standards. The country is a bling bling land but PR the machine will make you believe that they are the most just and peaceful.

Two Nation Theory

Two Nation Theory and the never ending learning of the concept in our Pakistan Studies class was always torturous but now looking back at it. It seems that Quaid-e-Azam was right. Muhammad Ali Jinnah was correct and had good sight of the issues that Muslims will face in a united India. Now India under the BJP government is proving it daily. Attacks on Muslims have increased many folds. They are being stopped from practicing their religion in public. Even public display of prayer is considered unacceptable. sometimes it is hijab

Everyday there is news about the oppression of the majority on the minority and it is not just Muslims, but Christians and Buddhists.

The international media is also starting to take notice on the issues Muslims face in India. Indian government can ignore or deny all this but the reality is much different. What happened in Gujrat and the ramifications of the genocide that occurred and the resulting ban of Modi into USA was due to the same policies that were enacted in Gujrat India under Modi and now being implemented in Inida at a national Level.

The Final Solution

Whatever the future holds for muslims in inidia, it is not going to be good for them. Kashmir and now the fire spreads to rest of the country. Modi who is considered a war criminal in on his way to be the next Hitler at best, Facist at minimum. Friend of the apartheid.

This is a good link to understand what Two Nation Theory is all about.

Some other Links

https://www.britannica.com/place/Pakistan/The-Muslim-League-and-Mohammed-Ali-Jinnah

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-40961603

Rush of Memories

Recently, my mind has been on a roller coaster ride of memories. The 90s are hitting me hard and not sure why is that the case. from my time of street cricket in Islamabad to the first snow in the USA to the welcoming of the new Millenium on the streets of DC.

there is sometimes too much flowing through the brain and the ability to capture and write is not possible.

Life has been a journey.

I am a nomad than a resident. Maybe a world citizen. looking past at my life, USA was the longest stint of time spent anywhere which was 14 years. otherwise, life has been divided into Pakistan, Bahrain, Pakistan, USA and Qatar. Every timeframe offering a different perspective, different challenges.

there is one memory that has been sticking out for me for a while. i think it is my earliest memory.

it is from a place called satellite town. we lived here until I was few years old and moved to Islamabad. what I remember is that it is a holiday or the weekend. We are somewhere in spring. I remember there is a veranda in the back of the house. I can feel the cold of winter going away and the heat of the sun making it very comfortable. Everyone in the house is asleep. I am awake, I am sitting on the veranda playing with a red rail engine toy.

There is nothing more to the memory than this but when I think about it. I can still feel the warmth of the sun, the feeling of light cold in the air, the coldness of the veranda ground, and the beautiful spring morning.

“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

73 Years

I wrote this last year but never posted it.

today is the 73rd year of the independence of Pakistan. The country I left as 19 years old looking for a better future. I did find religion and a future but being away from Pakistan left a gaping hole in my personality. this will be something I need to come to terms with but alhamdulillah I was born in Pakistan and lived as a Pakistani and still love Pakistan.

what religion gave me was a sense of no nationalism. Islam doesn’t preach that. but I feel that we as Pakistanis overdo it. religion is something that needs to be lived, not just professed. we pay lip service to the religion but don’t act on it. this is true in current-day Pakistan or maybe many Muslim countries but I am talking about Pakistan. what has destroyed Pakistan in the last 50 years is the culture that was elevated above religion, the nonaccountability of religious authority, the use of religion by political forces. this created a disconnect between a normal man and the accountability that needs to exist at every level. What we still wait for in Pakistan is a better day. Inshallah it will come, not sure when. Allah helps those who help themselves.

we have institutionalized corruption, given it religious NRO. you can do corruption and you are fine. the Law is for the poor. It will keep on going for the poor. The rich are untouchable. The movie Elysium, it was something that portrayed the plight of the people while the rich lived out of reach and out of reality.

Maybe this is a rant and I am just venting but we tried. We tried when the time was right but the rich won the race. I remember when i was in Islamabad there was a Landrover showroom in Blue Area, I used to think about who buys cars from there. Never saw much Landrovers on the road. I did see a lot of Land cruisers which were a status symbol and the UN had a lot of them in Islamabad also. So I assumed it is in the garages of the rich people. Come to my last visit in 2015 and the roads were littered with high-end cars. The roads were never fixed but the Rich got Audis, Mercedes, Landcruisers and alot of Range Rovers.

Long Live the Halal earned money.

No Enemies by Charles Mackay

While watching The Crown, there is a scene where Margaret Thatcher (played by Gillian Anderson) reads a poem to the Queen. It was delivered soo beautifully that it left an everlasting impression. this Poem is befitting to my current professional career. i would do a full Tashreeh like i used to in FSc but it is not the time.

No Enemies
by Charles Mackay

You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You’ve never turned the wrong to right,
You’ve been a coward in the fight.

Rangeela

The time is 1997 and I am preparing for my FSc. I would stay up all night and study and sleep during the day. this kept on happening for months before the actual exams. I had the rangeela songs for my entertainment. it was winter in Islamabad and was cold at night. but hoping to score the best results for FSc kept me going.

there are moments when you hear or smell something and it brings back a lot of memories. It could be the smell of flowers while walking back from school and walking parallel to F-9 Park or could be the sound of a bird that brings back the green belt area between F-10 and E-10 Area. so the song for Rangeela kind of hit me. I was browsing thru some YouTube videos and came across the song. it sent chills through my spine. maybe it unlocked the memories or the feelings that I had during that time. I felt the coldness of the winter in 97-98 or the coffee that I would make and drink at night when I did start studying. it just brought back a river of memories.

Good times when the life was infront and the possibilities were unlimited.

Woodbadge

Last year at this time I was in the UK doing my wood badge training. it was a beautiful time and I wish I would have spent more time there but couldn’t. It was my first time spending 6 days camping without family.

The course title was N5-802-19

Campsite at Gilwell
Campsite at Gilwell

Met amazing friends and being part of the Trans Atlantic Council exposed me to a lot new and people from all over the world.

Also, Gilwell Park holds an important place in Scouting. this is where the initial leadership training was held in the UK.

We had an amazing cricket match. I was part of the Buffalo Patrol. Buffalo will always be Majestic.

Gilwell Mosque Sign outside

we prayed at the Gilwell Mosque everyday.

My son and three other scouts from our unit attended the NYLT.

I walked around the park and there are alot of things to see and experience.

K2 Base Camp

I have become obsessed with the trek to K2 base camp. it seems that it has come to the point where I am not able to see beyond it. I even dreamt about it. I have imagined standing at Concordia and looking at the majestic view of the 4 eight-thousanders and being in awe of it.

Panorama from this http://www.mountainsoftravelphotos.com/

My interest in hiking and exploring has peaked since I got more involved in Boy Scouts of America. Last year at this point was completing my Woodbadge training at Gilwell in UK.

So off to new adventures. I had planned to make this K2 base-camp trip this year but thanks for Corona, it didnt happen. Inshallah 2021 is the year for this trek and i pray i am able to make it with my Son.

Maybe some scouts will show up for it.

Looking back

Moving to USA in 98 had put me in a unique position to jump on the bandwagon of the Internet Era. I was young and full of plans and idea. There were opportunities. Heck I saw the movement from dialup to broadband, I lived through the Napster era, I had an account on AOL, I was lucky to get an invite to Gmail early. I had my first mobile phone and did not have to pay for caller ID. the current generation cannot even imagine what life changing events we went through. moreover, I was a Muslim who moved to USA and lived through the after math of the 911. dealt with a lot of interesting things and people.

22 years later since I moved to America as 19 years old, I look back and think what happened, did I miss the opportunities.

Not Sure, maybe I will never know.

Reality sinking in

I have just hit 40 and it has made me realize about life. I am confused and somewhat clear also. maybe a midlife crisis is about to set in and make me more miserable but I am not sure.

remembering a lot of people today. a lot of places also. missing Islamabad also today. the Islamabad from the 90s. the time period is beyond me but it is hard to let go. maybe it is hard to let go of anything that was good.

Am I the only one who is stuck in this time loop in my head. I am not able to get out or leave it and move forward. it is anchoring me and stopping me from moving forward.

I miss the Jinnah Super of 90s, the hot spot, IMCB F-7/3, NCC and taking Van 120 to F-10. Walking sometimes from F-7/3 to F-10, I would pass by the Froebels school, Rana market, Fatima Jinnah Park, many times I covered this distance on foot. time didn’t matter, there was a whole life in front of me.

Now that is 20 years behind me and not much life in front of me. I had my chance, did I make a difference or just let life go. Maybe time will tell. those missed relations, those missed opportunities, those missed laughs, and friendships.

All have passed me. Maybe i passed myself through this time.

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