Eating Curry with Rice


Growing up in a majority South Asian populated area, I never felt anything other than British. What even was being British? I never fully understood this concept, to me, how I was fit perfectly with my view of Britain and being British in all its glory. To me being British was running to the corner shop to buy a large packet of rusk cakes that we used to dip into our tea after schools, it was going to mosque after school 5 times a week and learning to read Arabic. I only knew this version of Britain which was my own life and of those around me. I lived in a predominantly Asian neighborhood and went to a predominately Asian primary school. My evenings and weekend was split between studying Arabic at the local mosque or visiting my extended family mingling with tea and samosas. I never really got the chance in my earlier life to make meaningful connections with someone from another race so how could I compare? My view of white people was shaped by the American children’s TV shows or the interactions I would have with teachers at school . Race was never a big issue for me I never noticed it until someone did something which made the differences so obvious such as not knowing who Shahrukh Khan was. How could you not know, he’s only made like 100 movies!

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The Truth About….Travelling

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It seems that nowadays everyone is getting the travelling bug. It became common to jet off to exotic locations in South East Asia or South America. We are being boarded with pictures on social media of sandy beaches and desert safaris. It’s great, travelling is the one thing that makes you richer the more you spend. You see a whole new culture, langue way of life. Its puts you in situations you never thought you may be in and meet people you never knew existed. There is strange peace I find in being alone in foreign country. I too caught this bug.

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The Truth About…. Culture


Culture is a wonderful thing, it gives you a chance to be different and unique. It has given us the gift of music, food and language but not all is sunshine and rainbows as they say. Being a British Asian, I have had the experience, like many others, of growing up with two different versions of culture,British and South Asian. Britain is known for its multiculturalism and there are people from all different nationalities living in the UK today. As people came, leaving behind their homeland they brought with them their culture.

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The Philosophy of Rumi


‘Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.’ – Rumi

Jalal Ad-Din Muhammad Rumi was a 13th century persian theologian, poet, mystic, scholar and philosopher. One of the most read poets he was born in 1207 in what is now Afghanistan, but his family traveled and settled to live in Konya, Turkey to escape the mongol invasion and destruction. Rumi is one of the most spiritual masters and poetical genius’s known to man and was the founder of the mawlawi sufi order, a leading mystical brotherhood of Islam.

In his late thirties Rumi met a wandering holy man by the name of Shamz Tabriz, in Rumi’s own words, after meeting Shams he was transformed from a bookish, sober scholar to an impassioned seeker of the truth and love. They spent around 2 years together where they would lock themselves away and create music and poetry and discuss ideas of love and philosophy. Their strong spiritual bond was too much for some people to handle and Shamz was brutally murdered. The death of Shamz sent Rumi into a spiraling cast of depression.Having seen the Divine in Shams, almost Godly, Rumi was saddened  with grief out of that pain out poured nearly 70,000 verses of poetry.

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The Truth About…. Life


It has been quite some time since I’ve posted on here but I’ve been busy, busy with this thing called life. Life is what happens when you’re trying to fit in all the things you planned on doing when you should have been revising for your last exam. When I graduated at 21, a bright eyed deer in headlights bursting with excitement and jitters of uncertainty about what life has to offer me, I had no care in the world. I had no idea what I wanted to do and no desire to try and even pursue a career or any other kind of wise or important life decision. Instead I packed my bags, blissfully and unaware flew of too Italy for the summer. I spent a good 5 months living on the Italian lakes, where my only qualm was what to do in the Italian sunshine with my new best friends I had only know a few weeks. Whilst my real life friends celebrated end of their academic life by walking up to the majestic red brick great hall at Leeds University to collect a small piece of paper which enclosed all our hard work, those late nights in the library where we was convinced we wouldn’t make it. We made it. They wore their draping gowns and collected their prestige degrees before swapping that elegant gown for a suit and tie to beginning of a corporate life. I was happy, I was doing what I wanted, I felt rebellious and free. Not restricted by gowns or paper, not suffocated by a suit or tie. I felt at home.

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