Showing posts with label Pakistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pakistan. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2016

One Hello

One of the most interesting things about travelling is getting to know the place, and getting to know the people.  In my travels, I have met many friendly faces...smiling faces...and I feel bad not knowing how to say hello in their language. For me, trying to speak their language, at least the very basic words (like "hello") is one way of honoring their culture. 


But saying hello is not merely a greeting-- it can be slightly complicated in some places. For some cultures, how you say it depends on the gender, age, status in the society, religion or culture of the person you are talking to. 


So...how do we say hello...let me count (some of) the Asian ways.


In Bangladesh, you say Salaam Aleykum ( which means "Peace be unto you.") or Salaam (Peace) when greeting a Muslim. Namaskar is used when greeting Hindus. Touching is not common so when doing the greeting, you either fold your hands or touch the forehead (when greeting Salaam).

In Bangladeshi costume..during an event in Dhaka, Bangladesh

In Pakistan, a predominantly Muslim country, the phrase As-Salam-u-Alaikum, is used. It means the same as Bangladesh' Salaam Aleykum. As-Salam-u-Alaikum is used when you are the first one to greet, but when you are responding to someone who greeted you first, you respond by saying Wa'alaikum Salaam ( "And upon you, peace"). There are also variations when greeting one male, one female, two people, multiple females and so on- but As-Salam-u-Alaikum will do in most situations.

Pakistan, with a Nepalese friend. 

Namaste is common way of greeting in the Indian subcontinent and this is used in India, and Nepal. Namaste means, "I bow to the divine in you" or "may our minds meet". When doing the namaste, the hands are put together infront of the heart,  with a very slight bow of head, to extend friendship, love, respect and humility. Namaste is used to greet someone older or an equal, but not someone younger.  Namaskar the more respectful form of namaste


Beautiful Nepalese village
The countries by the Mekong river, such as Cambodia, Laos and Thailand also put their hands together and slightly bows when greeting hello. Touching is considered rude, specially if you do not know each other.

The Cambodians do the sampaeh, or they place their hands together, with palms touching and bow their heads, when doing a formal greeting or if it is the first time to meet.  The formal greeting is "Choump reap sor".  An informal greeting does not involve doing the sampaeh and the phrase "Susaday"  is used. My Cambodian friend told me that where you put your sampaeh and how high or low you bow , depends on who you are talking to.  The lower the bow, the more respect you show.  Forehead level sampaeh is for the gods, eyebrow level is for monks and king, nose-level is for parents, older relatives and teachers, below the mouth-level is for bosses and older people,  chest level is for people of the same age and position.
Temples in Cambodia

In Laos, they also press their palms together to do the Nop. Similar to a sampaeh, the higher the nop, the greater the respect, except that the hands are never held above the nose level.  In a nop, the bow is slight and done together with a slight bend of the knees and a smile.  The nop is a deference to the "social order".  The person considered as socially inferior or younger is the first to nop.  When doing the nop for people of higher social standing and monks, the hands are held infront of the nose.  When doing the nop for people of equal social status, the hands are held at mouth level, or at chin level when addressing younger or people of "lower" social status.  The Laotian word for hello is Sabaidee or Sabaideebor which means  "Are you well?".

In one of the Laotian Buddhist temples

In Thailand, they do the wai, which is the same as the Laotian nop, along with the greeting "Sawatdi" or "Sawasdee".  "Sawatdi kha" is the more polite phrase to use when greeting a female while  "Sawatdi khrap"    is for greeting a male person. Sawatdi means all the good things like success, beauty, happiness and goodluck. 
Exploring the old capital city of Ayutthaya with a friend from Ecuador

The Philippines, unlike their Southeast Asian neighbors do not do the bow.  Filipinos greet "Kumusta ka?", which comes from Spain's "Como esta?".  One of the old practices is the mano, where  the younger ones presses  his or her forehead on the elder's hand to accept a blessing from the elder.  While doing the gesture, they say "Mano po" which means "Your hand please".  Mano is again another Spanish word, which means "hand". 

One of the old churches built during the Spanish time in the Philippines

In Indonesia "Apa Kabar" (How are you?) is used in informal situations.  In a more formal setting, "Selamat Pagi" (Good morning) is used if it is day time.  "Selamat Siang" or "Selamat Sore" is used if it is afternoon or night time, respectively. 


The gave me a welcome dance in Soe, Indonesia..nice people!!
In Timor Leste, owing to Portuguese legacy, greeting people, even strangers is common, using Portuguese greetings.  Bondia is used if it is morning, Boatardi is used after lunch and Boanoiti. Ola (Hello) is also used. Shaking hands likewise common or women kissing both cheeks, or air on both sides of the face.  

Market scene in Aileu district

In China, "Ni hao" is the Mandarin equivalent of an informal "hello".   "Nin hao", is the more formal form.  "Nimen hao" is for greeting a group of people. 


By the mother of all rivers in China, the Yellow River, with a Chinese friend.
Different phrases, different gestures.  One hello. One humanity.  

Monday, April 28, 2014

Day 9- Shukrya Pakistan!

Finally, we presented the review findings to the management team of our Pakistan office, along with our recommendations.  After some discussions, arguments, clarifications, we came to some agreements. 



And! Hospitable as they are, we were given some gifts: lovely Pakistani jars.



And our review was finally concluded.



Since our flight is not until almost midnight, we had time to do a few more shopping. I went back to the nuts shop and got half kilo walnut and half kilo raisins  (Yep- I am nuts with nuts!) and a few more wood decors. We had quick dinner then we went back to the guest house to pack- which, as you could guess, turned out to be very challenging.

The office driver came for us at 8 and dropped us at the airport. It was not very pleasant at the airport- with a police officer’s failed attempt to con us and tried to get our passports (he had to return it when we did not budge and we told him we had our visas).

Aside from that not so pleasant experience at the airport, it turned out to be a nice trip. It was a good learning and sharing experience.  The people I met were very friendly and hospitable. And I loved the places I have been to.


Shukrya, Pakistan, for the good experience. 

Day 8- Pakistan Visit: At Margalla Hills. Yay!

13 April 2014. On Sunday, we were back in the office to do the reports and presentation for Monday.  We were slave-driven, and allowed to take our lunch only at 4! Unlike! L

Shazia, however, saved the day.  She came at 3:30 , picked us up, brought us to lunch and took us to some shopping, again, at Jinna market.  13I got 1.5 kilos almonds and half kilo pistachio nuts, a Pakistani shawl and some Pakistani wood decors. Too bad the carpets are heavy! I wanted one.

Shopping time...finally.

After the quick shopping, we went to Margalla Hills.  It is a 20 to 30 minutes drive from Jinna market. On our way to the top, we passed by a memorial for the victims of an airplane that crashed in that site some years back.

At the top is the very nice Monat Restaurant, which gives a good view of the entire Islamabad City.  We got there just in time for the sunset. We had a nice Pakistani dinner (mutton and chicken barbecue, nan bread, salad) and then we called it a day.


At the Monat Restaurant

Top of Margalla Hills

Moon at Margalla

Memories of Margalla Hills





Day 6- Pakistan Visit: Fulfilled

April 11, 2014. Our police escorts were again with us the next day when we went to the other community.  The second community was closer to our Chakwal office than the one we went to the day before- we reached the place in 45 minutes. Another convoy joined us- the local police.

In this other village, we met with the members of the community based organization (CBO) and the beneficiaries of the Girls Power Project.

After 15 years of working in this community, the CBO is finally ready to mobilize their own community, and  have learned how to link with other institutions to generate funds to continue their projects and start new projects. They have learned how to come together to discuss their and also to listen to the voices of children and to get them involved. This just shows that we are indeed ready to phase out in 2 years and move on to other communities who would need Plan assistance.

Listening to the presentation of the community leaders

Me during the meeting with the leaders

Given the context of Pakistan, especially in a remote area such as the village we visited, the Girls Power Project is a breakthrough. The Girls Power Project, a Plan-supported project, is for the girls who are unable to continue to high school because of extreme poverty or because the parents only allow the boys to go to school or because the school is far from the village. Through the Girls Power Project,  a teacher comes to the village to teach them high school subjects.  After they completed the modules, they will be able to apply to colleges and universities.

At present, 30 girls are in participating in the Girls Power project. I particularly liked the discussion with the beneficiaries of said projects.  The young girls were very eager to share their experiences.  They shared with us what they are learning and how their lives have been changed because of the project.  One of the girls the girls shared that initially, her father did not want her to be part of Girls Power.  The other girls shared that they even had to go to her house to convince the father.  It was, however, when she asked for her brother’s help and her brother helped convinced her father, that he allowed her to attend the classes (which also show how much influence the boys have in the household, as compared to the girls). Now, her father wants her to go to college after she completes the modules.  The other girls confirmed that one of the changes brought about by the project is that the parents are now aware of the importance and now value girls’ education. All the girls want to be able to go to college. Hurray to Girls Power!

During the meeting with Girls Power Project beneficiaries.

Photo ops with the girls after the meeting


It is stories like these that keeps me going. This is all worth it. Yes!

Photo session with the village leaders after the visit.


Day 5- Pakistan Visit: Chakwal Mountains

April 10, 2014. Day 5. One of the rules for visiting Chakwal province is to get a military permit a month prior to the visit, which was what our security officer, a former military officer, did. The reason for that is so that they could coordinate the police escort wherever we go in Chakwal. For the same reason, we also needed to give them our itinerary. 

Garbed in our Pakistani costume (we were advised to wear one), we started early for Chakwal, where another of our Program Office is situated. 

Me in Pakistani clothes
After 1.5 hours of travel, we reached the toll gate at Chakwal, and our police escort showed up.  We were in a convoy with the police car, with its blinkers and siren and four policemen with long high powered guns.  Yay!

Our police escorts

We reached the office, had meeting, workshop, document and system review and some snacks.  By now, I have realized that Pakistani cuisine is mostly of chicken. Even the snacks. Everything seems to come with chicken- unless you specify something else.
After lunch, we headed to one of the villages, which was another good 1.5 hours of travel.  And travel up and deeper in the mountains we did.  And those were beautiful stone mountains.

Chakwal mountains

And wheat fields

We were again welcomed with rose petals when we reached the community.  We had our meetings, and visits of families with our police escorts tailing us.

Me and Neeta with the 2 kids

The houses in Chakwal are different than those in Islamabad.  They looked like from the olden times described in the bible. Their houses are compounds, with several separate rooms.  In one part of the compound are their goats and cattle.

One of the houses/compounds

While making my way back to the car, I also saw a girl carrying water jar.

Just like the olden times

Time travel. That’s what it felt like- the remoteness of the place, the dresses, the houses, and that water jar.

By 4 pm, we were so hungry, we rushed back to the "real world".

Happy after the late, late lunch.






Sunday, April 27, 2014

Day 4- Pakistan Visit: Saidpur Village

9 April 2014. Day 4 did not quite start right. We were supposed to go to another slum community at 9AM.  Earlier, however, there was a bomb blast in one of the markets close to that community. The Security Officer called up and asked us to wait at the office for another hour, and then he will give us another advice.

We decided to just continue with our system and document review.  After an hour or so, we were given the clearance to go.

On the way to the community...beautiful park turned into clothes drying area :)

We went to another Christian community and had the meetings in another small church. It felt good to be able to talk to some project beneficiaries- it does validate the work that we do. We talked with some youth volunteer health educators  and I was amazed to find out how much they are learning and how their involvement are helping them develop themselves.


Meeting with children and community

 After the meeting, we headed to Saidpur Village for lunch. On the way, I cannot help but notice the lovely roses lining the major streets. Wish we have this too in Manila- but then that might not be possible due to the terrible air pollution.

Aren't they lovely

 Situated at the foot of a hill, Saidpur Village is a heritage place.  It is an old village and the government are taking pains to maintain it and they are not anymore allowed to build more houses there.  The hill, flowers, blue skies and good weather all together made it the lovely place that it is.  




We enjoyed  a good Pakistani lunch and then headed back to the Program Unit office for a quick presentation of our findings and recommendations.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Day 3- Pakistan Visit: Hospitality

8 April, 2014. Days 3 and 4 were for the review of our other office in Islamabad.  In our lingo, their office  is called the Program Unit. A Program Unit is directly responsible for implementing projects in the communities we are working with. Their office is a block away from our Pakistan office.

After meetings, workshops and review of their system and documents, we had lunch at the office. And after lunch, we headed to one of the communities.

We went to a Christian community, obviously the minority in a country like Pakistan. And true to the South Asian culture, the children showered us with rose petals as we were ushered to the meeting place, which is a small Christian church. Not to mention the drum roll (literally). After the introductions, the children presented us with flower bouquets (such hospitality! :).

Lovely roses. They grow in abundance in Islamabad.

 The series of meetings with various groups followed. We also visited some of the families who are participating in our programs. I am happy to hear how our projects are helping them have paved roads, health check-ups, and trainings, among the many others. It is fulfilling to hear that the community have been organized and are now learning how to run projects in their community.

After the meetings, we were asked to go to the community event place, for a simple Easter celebration with the community. Easter celebration meant a prayer, simple cake, some local pastries and bottles of coca cola products.

A simple Easter celebration with a Christian community in Islamabad


It  was a good day.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Day 2- Pakistan Trip: And the work begins

7 April, 2014.  It was a Monday and we were to go to the Pakistan office for some meetings and to do the review.

It was a gloomy morning- and it looked like it will rain.  I waited for my colleagues by the garden of the guest house where I chanced upon a solitary bird, perched on one of the trees. It did look like a black and white picture- pretty much how I saw my life that morning (I was missing home bad!).

How i felt that day....solitary.

We walked to the office.  After saying hello to some, we were asked to join the weekly staff meeting.  We introduced ourselves and the purpose of the visit. We then had meetings with some point persons before lunch.    After lunch, we started with the review.  It was a long day.

On our way back to the hotel after work, I noticed the flowers in the neighborhood . They were lovely and they lift the spirit, in an otherwise gloomy day.




And, having learned our lessons from the day before, we had dinner at the hotel. 

Day 1- Pakistan Trip: Lost

I just got back from a 9 day trip to Pakistan, where we did a review of our Pakistan office.

I was very anxious before the trip. Weeks before my flight, a Malaysian Airlines plane, MH370, just disappeared and until now, no one knows for sure what happened to the plane, or to the passengers. Saying that it was disconcerting is a major understatement.  I dreaded the trip.

Nonetheless, it pushed through. I literally surrendered myself to God as I boarded the plane. After 8 hours of nerve-wracking flying time, I thanked Him that the trip was un-eventful.

We arrived at Islamabad on the midnight of Saturday, April 5, on board Thai Airways, and I was surprised to see that they now have a lady immigration officer.  During my trip two years ago, they were all men. One lady out of 4 immigration officers is a good development.

The driver of our Pakistan office was already waiting for us outside of the airport and he kindly took us to the guest house where we were booked. The guest house, Capri Executive, is a big 9 bedroom house.

Capri Executive, Islamabad

The next day, Sunday, 5 members of the review team met at our Pakistan office.  Two of us came from the Philippines, and we were overseeing the peer review.  The other one came from our Nepal office, the other from our Vietnam office and the other one was from Vehari, Pakistan. We were to train them on how to do the peer review. 

We had lunch at Centaurus Mall- a very new mall which was also non-existent 2 years ago. I was surprised that there is now abundance of "western", branded clothes being sold at the mall. 


Queue to the mall

It was a long day. Security Officer came to give us a briefing in the afternoon.  One of his reminders was: to make sure we are already inside the guest house after dark or at around 6:20pm.

At 5:30 pm, we went to Jinna Market, which is 15 minute walk from our guest house, to have some of our dollars changed, and have dinner.  Our colleague from Vehari was with us and he was our “guide”. Dinner was good at Kabul Restaurant, where they serve very good barbecue and Afghan food.

Afghan naan bread

After dinner, we saw an old man selling strawberries on the streets.  It was not an extraordinary sight…but what was extra-ordinary was the weighing scale!  It was the oldest old school weighing scale I have ever seen!

The strawberry vendor and his old school weighing scale

It was not until before 7 when we decided to head back to our guest house. We were already defying the security officer’s advice. We walked back to the hotel, and after an hour, we were still walking. We knew then that we were lost! The side streets do not have street lights, and it was very dark. There were men loitering the streets- and there was not a woman to be seen.  And there we were- four foreign looking women and a man, who is not from Islamabad, looking confused and lost. A lady stopped her car - I guess it was obvious that we were lost because she asked where we are going.  She pointed to us the direction.  We walked, got to an intersection, and did not know where to turn again.  It was a good thing a taxi stopped and he knows the guest house.  We took the smallest taxi I have ever seen, even if it is only for 4 people, tops.  Our colleague from Vietnam had to sit on my lap.

After ten minutes, we reached the guest house.  Safe and in one piece.

I. Will.Never.Ever.Again.Go.Out.At.Night.In.Islamabad.


I swear.