I miss these comfortable sights, the culture and the community of my parents’ birthplace. Banners, billboards and streamers display the excitement for spring and the celebration of the country.
Patches of grass become bright green, planted with a variety of colorful flowers. In March and April, Pakistanis celebrate the coming of spring and Pakistan Day on March 23. Yearly visits to Pakistan and being reunited with my family are something that I have been accustomed to since I was young. Despite not seeing any of their children, they are remaining steadfast and strongly believing in the fact that we will all be reunited soon. In fact, they are the ones offering me advice on how to balance my life and combat feelings of isolation.
With a second COVID-19 Ramadan around the corner, a time they usually spend with us in Michigan, I’m surprised by their diligence and patience. With all their kids and grandkids living abroad and the fear of disease when leaving their house, my Nani and Nana are, quite literally, stuck. Every day, I call my grandparents, Nani and Nana, in Pakistan to offer some solace during their increasingly isolated situation.
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