My Incoherent Thoughts on Ramy
I just finished the first two seasons of Ramy and I have...thoughts. Forewarning, a lot of this is going to be venting and/or rambling, but writing this all out will help me gather my thoughts. So bare with me. Before We Begin: Just a little bit of background, if you have read from my previous posts about Ramadan, I'm a practicing Muslim and have been born into an Indian (people call it South Asian now) family. I strive to adhere to my religion and I'm definitely proud of it. I struggle to strike a balance of what it means to be a "good" Muslim with trying to navigate the western culture. My parents were immigrants and sacrificed so much so that their kids could go to good schools and get good educations. Something I will never truly be able to pay back. Ever. I know what it is like being a Muslim in America. Even though I was born here, there are times where I don't feel like I am really from here. I know my religion makes me the other. However,...