Assalaamu ‘alaikum, beta. Who are you and where you from?
Walaikum salaam, uncle. Well, I can go on forever about this. Do you want a long answer?
Ji.
Very well. First and foremost, my name’s Hasan. My parents moved from Bangladesh to the United States in the early 1980s. I was born in Utah, but I’ve spent most of my life in Oklahoma, Florida, and Illinois. I’ve lived all over the place. Illinois is definitely my home, though.
Mashallah, mashallah. You are studying engineering or medicine, no?
Nope. I’m double majoring in political science and sociology. I’m interested in the social sciences, not medicine or engineering.
Chi chi chi. You are not eligible to marry my daughter.
I never said I was interested…
Good because I do not like these American-Ferican boys anyway. Tell me, why do you have this blog? I never had a blog when I was your age, and now I am cool.
Blogging has been a hobby of mine since 2003. It’s the perfect medium for me to express my views and hone my writing skills.
Acha. Lungis or pants?
I only wear pants in public to blend in, but lungis are so much more comfortable to wear when it’s hot.
Real men wear lungis. So where do you go to school?
I go to a big university in Illinois.
Mashallah. That is fantastic, beta. I think my daughter would like that.
Why do you keep bringing up your daughter?
Because she is old and smells like samosa! She does not like the boys I like. She turned down a boy who is in med school and has wheatish complexion. Wheatish complexion, damn it!
Oh, wow. It looks like you and her need to work things out.
Tell me about it! Anyway, what do you want to achieve with lungis.com?
My South Asian and Muslim American background have influenced me greatly, and I hope to educate the world with my unique perspectives. Plus, the viewpoints prevalent in my community are hardly ever presented in the “mainstream” media. Lungis.com allows me to voice my opinion to a potentially large audience.
Yo, man. That’s what’s up! You are truly my doggy.
Um, thanks. Hey, I really need to go now. I have to shine my shoes. Khuda hafiz. Bye.
Okay. I will tell my daughter to holla at you. Her aloo bhaji and biryani are like her mother’s. Scrumptious!
Thanks but no thanks.