Sunday 10 December 2017

Unity in Diversity Special : A Hindu-Muslim Love Story

As India celebrates seventy years of independence, I thought there was no better way to celebrate our nation, than to acknowledge and celebrate the bonds that bring us together despite our cultural differences. Nobody exemplifies this more than the men and women that have tied the matrimonial knot despite differences in language, food and even religion. Throughout the month of August, the Times of Amma will be speaking to Moms who are raising multicultural children and Moms who grew up in multicultural families.
 
Today in our Unity in Diversity Special Series, Deepannita writes about her Hindu-Muslim love story that brought together an Assamese Muslim family with a Bengali Brahmin one. 

 

Where did you both meet? We would love to hear your story.

It was the year 2009 when the world was not hit by the social media storm. I had just started using Orkut (a social media site just like Facebook). One fine day I got a call from an unknown number saying that he got my number from one of our mutual friends and that he wants to be my friend. I disconnected at the very moment and got really annoyed. Then the next day there was a message on my cell phone with a “Good Morning” text. I ignored the message. But there was some connection which let me reply to his message at night with a “Good Night”. And then the saga of messages continued.
Unaware of each other’s appearance, slowly and gradually we started feeling for each other. With daily chats on phone and Orkut, our bond became more strong. Those days neither of us used to own a smartphone or a phone with a camera, so forget about seeing each other. The SMS pack used to work great for us. Then finally after 4 months of chatting and talking on the phone, we met. And yes, it was love at first sight. Or I should say it was love at first word for us. He accepted me the way I am and I accepted him the way he is. It’s been 8 years now and we are happily together. We were blessed with a beautiful daughter last year.

Which languages do you speak at home? Which language is your child most comfortable in?

We have an interfaith marriage. He is an Assamese Muslim and I am a Bengali Brahmin. We both know each other’s languages but we prefer to talk in English or Hindi. Not because we want to be cool or something like that but because both these languages are widely known and spoken so we tend to use them in our daily life too.
My baby is just 9 months old. I think we will make her talk in English and Hindi as well. She can learn the regional languages from her grand -parents on both sides.

3. What would you call are the family’s favorite home foods?

Since I am born and raised in Assam, my love for Assamese food is undying. We also enjoy Bengali cuisine at home cooked by my mother.

What are some of your biggest cultural differences?

In our case, everything is different. We worship different Gods and celebrate different festivals. But it is is truly a blessing that he respects my religion and celebrates all my festivals with full enthusiasm and vice versa. He buys me clothes during Durga Puja and I cook delicious biryani and mutton korma for him during Eid-ul-Fitr.

Did getting married to someone from another state bring you closer to your parents or did it pose a challenge?

It did pose a very big challenge for me as it was very difficult for my family to digest the fact that I am in a relationship with a Muslim guy. They put restrictions on me and seized my phone as well. I had to finally ELOPE. Yes, I eloped, not because I did not love my parents but somehow I could not control my emotions, because I knew that life would have been very difficult without this man. I loved him truly, I still do and wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. I flew down to Delhi all alone and then we got our marriage registered under the Special Marriage Act. For 5 long months I was not in touch with my parents. Finally, I got hold of my guts and made a call to my parents. That call melted all their egos and within a week they were in Delhi to see me. That’s it. Since then both my family and my husband’s family share a very good bond amongst each other. We also got a formal reception ceremony done at his place for all the extended family and friends.

Hindu Boy And Muslim Girl Love Story Shayari In Hindi

Mahobbat Ki Daastao Me Kuch Ek Aesa Bhi Bayan Tha…
Jisme Taqdeer To Thi Saath Par Zamane Ko Inkaar Tha…

Hua Ye Ki Hote Hote Mahobbat Ho To Gayi Un Aashiqo Ko…
Par Nazro Me Dunia Ke Wo Pyar Bahut Gunehgaar Tha…

Jeene Marne Ki Kasme Khaa Chuke The Wo Dono Yaaro…
Kyuki Dariya Unki Mahobbat Ka Hado Ke Paar Tha…

Par Nadaan Wo Parinde Anjaan The Dunia Ki Rasmo Se…
Kuch Tha Aesa Jo Unki Mahobbat Me Ek Deewar Tha…

Par Na Ki Parwah Unhone Is Dewaar Ki Pyar Ke Aage…
Kyuki Nazro Me Unki Ye Rasm -O- Riwaaz Bekaar Tha…

Par Afsos Zamane Ne Milkar Juda Kiya Us Mahobbat Ko…
Aur Usi Din Khatam Un Do Aashiqo Ki Zindagi Ka Karar Tha...

Sath Jee Na Sake Par Sath Mahobbat Me Qurbaan Hue Dono…
Kyuki Bin Ek Duje Ke Jeena Yaaro Unke Liye Dusvaar Tha…

Majaar Par Un Dono Deewano Ne Ek Aakhri Paigaam Likha…
Jisme Likha Gaya Saare Zamane Ke Liye Ek Elaan Tha...

"Ki Mahobbat Ko Hamari Isliye Ujaara Is Zamane Ne Yaaro…
Kyuki Mehbub Mera "HINDU" Aur Me "MUSALMAAN" Tha...




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Confessions Of A Hindu Girl Who Loves A Muslim Boy

When I was a little kid and my mother, aunts would get together and make extravagant plans about my wedding, there would be only one caution thrown to me - beta, kisi se bhi shaadi karna buss Muslim se nahi. Although my family is a Hindu Brahmin family, we were never one of those rigid ones. No one told me what to wear or what not to, hanging out with guys was not a big deal nor was eating non-vegetarian, staying out late or even consuming alcohol. We were a relatively open-minded family except for the fact that I was told I could never fall in love with a Muslim. Initially, I never questioned this… Somehow, I never had any close Muslim friends so it really didn’t matter.





Slowly, as I started growing up I questioned my parent’s rather orthodox views on this matter (being an agnostic myself) but even then I never had energy to fight about it again and again. Until, one fine day I met a guy at a friend’s party, we started talking, got along really well...and he happened to be a Muslim. 

We had both graduated from high school back then and had lots of pre-college free time so what started out with texts and calls. We started meeting frequently and before we knew it, we were expressing our feelings for each other. 

You know how it is in college... you never take anything too seriously, especially not a relationship but we were REALLY in love with each other. Ga-ga, head over heels, puppy love...whatever you want to call it, we were that. 

One day, simply to test the waters, I told my mother that I think I’ve started liking a guy. Again, my elder brother had had a few girlfriends back in his day and everyone in the family knew about it so even dating was not a big issue in our family.


“Really? Who is he?” my mother asked 

“Well…” I named him and added “...he is a Muslim.” 

“A Muslim? That will never work out, you know that!” I was taken aback by this dismissal of my first ever love confession to my mom. 

“Well, you don’t know that, I didn’t start liking him because he is a Muslim” I argued. 

“That may be so but you wouldn’t be willing to leave us after marriage, would you? Cut all contacts? Is that what you want?” she said in a matter-of-fact tone 

“No…” I muttered 

“Then there is no discussion, is there? You can be friends with him but you won’t have a future with him” and just like that my love story was officially over as far as my parents were concerned. Unofficially, however, we were going really strong!