Who are we? Pakistanis!
What do we know? More than you!
It was an ordinary Friday, exceptional only because this one meant I got to stay with my parents another night (several more hours of lazy lounging with nary a care or responsibility), and ended up having dinner with family at my favourite aunt’s. Before I’m judged by dear readers for being childish, let me assure you that I am that and more. The unfortunate highlight of the evening ended up sewing in some more aggression inside, where there were yards of hostility and anger already in residence.
It is a common malady of ours, one where we claim to know more than the next person. Can you imagine telling someone with a failing heart that you know exactly the kind of pain they are going through, and precisely the food they should be consuming in order to combat it?
You can?! Ooh, let’s check your credentials then:
1. Do you have a professional degree in medicine? Not the kind where you grow up around doctors, or have one in your family, but the one where you study hard for years and then some.
2. Did you serve with a medical professional who treated the kind of heart conditions the said person has?
3. If you failed the first two checkpoints above, then this is perhaps your only chance at redemption. So answer us this, are you their dearest friend, the kind who tells you your flaws and you tell them theirs?
4. Now you’re seriously clutching at straws if you’ve gotten to this point without a resounding yes. Are you a nutritionist or herbalist currently serving the community including those with cardiac problems?
5. Are you a meddling relative/acquaintance with no such credentials as the above, but the inherent flaw of getting people to eat more than they have/should? That’s really annoying of you. Why don’t you stop?
That certain Friday, people were advising others (those afflicted with diabetes and high cholesterol) about their food choices and boy, did I see red. How can you, when you do not know any better? We cannot cure everyone. Let us let others be.