By Leslie Noyes Mass
In 1962, a newly-minted collage graduate responded the decision of President John F. Kennedy and joined the fledgling Peace Corps. Leslie Noyes Mass used to be assigned to Pakistan and given the directive to begin a program-any type of academic application she may possibly muster-in a small Muslim village the place she used to be the one Westerner and the single Peace Corps volunteer. After a yr, she left the village, annoyed and feeling that she had made no influence in any respect.
Nearly 50 years later, she again to find a much-changed Pakistan-and a village that also recollects her. She tells either her tales, from 1962 and this day, by means of deftly interweaving her magazine entries from 50 years in the past together with her present day tale as a volunteer education girl lecturers for a Pakistani non-governmental establishment. Leslie Mass captures the center and the eye of the reader together with her tale of Pakistanis in 1962 and people of a brand new iteration who're engaged in development a sustainable schooling procedure for his or her country's forgotten teenagers. In a sequence of interviews with Pakistanis from each social type and academic point, Dr. Mass supplies voice to those that are taking accountability for his or her country's academic difficulties and fixing those difficulties in the traditions, tradition, and non secular knowing in their humans. Back to Pakistan: A Fifty-Year Journey is a compelling inspect a rustic because it is going from its infancy into the twenty first century.
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Those who met at the social center had learned to use the sewing machine. They had been exposed to a different way of doing their household tasks. Some had even adopted water barrels and septic tanks in their compounds. Many young boys and their sisters had learned the English and Urdu alphabet and could now read and write a bit in both languages. I had made a stab at social change and had grown up a bit in the process. I was disappointed that I had not been able to start a cottage industry or a real school for girls, and suspected that I had not made much difference in anyone’s life.
Our new eating arrangement did not please Rana Sahib, however. Whether it was because James was a Christian or because Rana really was worried about Saroya’s well-being, he began to admonish me for tarnishing Saroya’s reputation and to scold Saroya for “mixing up” with Bill and Dick at the rest house. The End of the Beginning, 1962â•‡â•‡ vâ•‡â•‡ 31 May 20, 1963 Dhamke Today was just plain confusing! Saroya’s father arrived before breakfast, and the Peace Corps staff just after. We told Peace Corps about our progress with the cottage industry and my worries about getting enough straw.
In 1962, there were no plastic shopping bags, and parcels, if encased at all, were trussed with string and wrapped in flimsy brown paper that would be reused many times and discarded only when completely tattered. That evening, still catching up with the time difference, Taffy, Nancy, and I sit on the verandah of the Defence Club, showered and feeling spiffy in our newly purchased Pakistani clothing. A bit disoriented and tired from our afternoon’s shopping spree, we watch a parade of small cars enter the Defence Club compound, stop at the foyer, and release well-dressed families arriving for dinner.
Back to Pakistan: A Fifty-Year Journey by Leslie Noyes Mass