As a Muslim girl in Bradford, I saw my story with the novels of Jane Austen. I now ordered a TV series about him | Ali Naushahi

As a Muslim girl in Bradford, I saw my story with the novels of Jane Austen. I now ordered a TV series about him | Ali Naushahi

I Growing up as the daughter of an Imam of a Conservatricy British-Pakistani council at Bradford. Our first year was spent on a large Victorian terrace owned by the local council of the mosque. When my father was replaced, we lost the night in a shorter house in the other city. The loss of a loved house, close friends and communities are a deepest stressful experience.

Decades later, in charge of the new BBC series Jane Austen: increase in a geniusI find myself thinking at that time. On top, my life and Jane Austen’s couldn’t be more racial – an English novelist born in the 18th century and a working-pakistani woman. Austen’s novels always live with me when I read it as a girl. But learning more Regarding his life as part of the Director’s prep, I know how many we share the realities we have. I see what austen family dynamics is my own a couple of centuries in line. When Austen’s father went out of his post as a clergy, it pressed the family to leave their Geneteel Rectory at home for a series of more uncertain habitats. Although culturally separated, time and geography, like the Austno I understand early economic cruelty and how much a family is contagious.

The suffering of Austen’s work as a teenager, I appreciate not just talking but survival tactics – the women used in their world offering them a small agency. Growing as a young woman from a Muslim background, sometimes I live in shadows, within quiet restrictions and expectations of duty. I want to shout my rage in the abyss as I rode a tie Gingrope between obedience and self determination.

Reading novels, it’s not ballrooms and roads talking to me, but stakes. They take the emotional cost of a world where women have limited choices and where marriage is always an economic contract than a love story. This is something I’ve seen in the first hand in most War marriages are arranged around me.

Although my father, like austen’s, enthusiasticly suggested for women’s education, our wider community education for girls did not make great encouragement. My school teachers inside the city are very white, middle class and from poser postcodes. They believed that as a young Pakistan girls we would lose early marriages, and some did not disturb their low expectations. That condescension flowing. I made me hungry to prove them wrong, and challenge whenever I can.

Austl has taught me that domestic sphere can be radical. His characters are not obvious revolutionaries, but women, through love, consistency and endurance, reshaping their own life. My grandmother, the widow early, choose not to marry again, thus securing his autonomy. It is a unique and bold decision in his 1960s village in Kashmiri. The memory of the bold and good choice of my grandmother is in good clothes in my DNA. Austlen’s cousin is also a woman who does not understand the power of her width making her live through her own rules. It is an important lesson how an intelligent woman in his intellects about him can be navedly and confusing social expectations. A lesson who does not lose a young person Jane Austen.

Like Austten, I also have a big brothers and sisters, and our house noise and full of stories. We can’t afford expensive outings, but my father’s bookcases groan his book collection: Dusty Encyclopedias, Islamic in Rrumimic Arrumic Jurisprudgrancents Andumic Jurisprudgrancents Arrourpruddention in Rumi. I know that books are the portal of other worlds, other possibilities, and I Read everything.

The story becomes an early refuge. I made my sisters hurried to join the skits, all published by a clunky VHS recorder of my parents could hardly afford, but, like the ideal letter to Austen. Even if I act in the scenes, in charge of the disturbance of meaning.

Coming back to Austen’s work as a film-maker, I saw what I hadn’t as a teenager: The Sharpness of her observations, her critiques of social climbing and conformity, the feminist undertones, gender and power intertwine. As I dig deeper in Austen’s life, I began to understand the more his job was hit by such a teenager. While he wrote about women with limited choices, it always has a lot of confidence and a sense of hope. I found inspiration for the fun of Austen, and my sisters and I still met our Mom as Mrs. Bennet were with her nod requests for us to ignore potential suor.

Most importantly, austles left by female protagonists struggling with everyday compromised women today. The idea that it is possible to live in fact. In persuading, Anne Elliot found the strength to choose for himself after years of silence. That trip was hit at home. I am not following the expected road. I’m getting married. I chase education and entered a competition, creative field where people like me are rarely seen. Telling Austen’s story has feel more personal. It was a reclamation of the girl who used to sit in the window in her bedroom at Emma while the sound of Friday prayers echoed in the background. A honor of his voice and myself myself fighting.

The power of Austen, quiet but to endure, lasts time and cultural identity. Marking his 250th birthday is not just remembering a literature icon, but about recognition that for centuries, some fights remain the same. And if that’s not a girl from Bradford to be relevant, I don’t know what is.

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