My first Christmas was different from the romanticised version in my head

[this is a snippet from an article I wrote on Medium.]

The fantasy is always different from reality

In 2020, I celebrated Christmas for the first time.

Growing up in a strict Muslim household, we’d never really done anything for Christmas. The only time I’d ever been close to celebrating the festivity was during school, where we’d listen to Christmas songs, watch the classic movies like Elf and The Santa Clause and Polo Express, making cute cards, crowns sprinkled with sequins, glitter, gemstones glued on and smeared with paint, to wear during lunch in the canteen, and making various forms of dessert. Sometimes, we’d even make gifts for our favourite teachers or our friends with whatever we could grab first.

The memories are nice, tinged with the innocence of being a child and a stress-free life. 

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Sumaiya Ahmed is a freelance journalist and writer, aiming to break down the boundaries of cultural stigma and shame attached to mental health and sexuality within the South Asian culture, and bringing marginalised topics to light.

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