It’s sad, but I really don’t have anything to write in this blog anymore. I’m thinking about deleting it. Such as if anyone should care about what I thnik about Islam, multiculturalism (a topic I have not been writing about at all), the dilemma with the hijab, the  culture of honour, the right to have a partner before marriage; the right to be who you are and my identity crisis.
And my argumentation about that I’m an immigrant because I was born abroad even I’m not having two cultures. No, I have nothing more to write here. Absolutely nothing.

I don’t have any identity crisis.
But sometimes I can feel like I’m divided between two cultures even I didn’t grow up with two cultures. It’s not necessary to grow up with two cultures to get an understanding of how it can be like to be divided between two cultures: you could meet people from another culture, and you can have a partner from another culture than your own.
Ok, maybe I don’t feel divided. Why should I feel divided? I’m born in India, so what. I’m not Indian, I will never be.

I put on the dupatta and the bangles and wanted to wear a shalwar kameez just because I wanted others to look at me and believe that I was Indian or Pakistani. I wanted to keep the memory of a Pakistani guy I had a crush on, a long time ago.
Before that, I identified myself with Islam, even I was not Muslim. I still do, sometimes. And if I want I can wear a dupatta and bangles, but the reason should be that I like it; not that I want to proove something to others. If you really want to wear something, you don’t have a need to show others that you don’t care. If it’s your choice, it comes from your heart.

Ok, so I’m not Indian. But I was born there. And no matter how I wish to be someone who has two cultures, I’m not.

But don’t view me just as a Swedish girl who should behave in a specific way or dress in a specific way just because of that.