One day, my boyfriend was describing his experiences of attending Pakistani weddings of family members with fondness.Naturally, we began naively imagining what our wedding would look like and how we could blend our two vastly different cultures together.I am Filipino and an aspiring wedding photographer, so I assumed I would not have a wedding like that and chose to admire the beauty of Desi weddings by checking out portfolios of successful wedding photographers.However, a year ago, I met a young man who moved to America from Pakistan.With a dejected look on his face, he unpleasantly admitted he could never marry a non-Muslim woman, but still wants to be with me.Tears started trickling down my cheeks, confused of what that means for our relationship and future.
It would cause conflict in the relationship if a child is born with parents of differing religions to decide which religion the child would be raised with.
I pictured our wedding day, seeing him stand across the long aisle of a church wearing a silky, translucent white Filipino Barong, the traditional wedding attire for Filipino grooms, with a gleaming smile on his face.
My whole body surged with joy and was covered in a deep red, glittering Pakistani dress as I walked towards him.
His parents are not even aware we are dating yet, because they would not approve of their son being with a Christian-Catholic woman.
Also, neither of us are willing to convert, because it would feel like changing our name and identity; something we have associated ourselves with since birth.