5 "Leif"
Leif's mom was Pakistani. She and her family lived in the city of Kalam, near the border of India. Her dad was a businessman who frequently traveled to India and sometimes brought his daughter with him. That is where she met Leif's dad, who was Indian. Their families were against their romance from the start. They always had to meet in secret, in cars parked in remote country fields, in the dead of night, or where they could be lost in a crowd. But they loved each other passionately. They were both educated and frequently discussed the differences between the histories they were being taught. They lied constantly to their families about where they had been, who they had been with, what they had been doing. When they married in secret and finally confessed this to their families, their respective families shunned them, disowned them. They fled to the only place they knew would accept such a couple, a place that wouldn't look twice at their love, a place too stupid to even know the difference between an Indian and a Pakistani. They fled to the US. Leif was born six months later and, like any child of immigrant parents, had instilled in him a very strong but very unique and specific belief structure. Leif's parents had given up their Hindu and Muslim beliefs, but their new values represented a hybrid of those old beliefs and the new ones they found in their new home. They pressed this value system harshly upon their son and no matter how he rebelled, he still turned out like his parents in the end. It was important to them, and to their son, to always respect women. It was important to them to respect differences, in religion, in appearances, in anything. It was important to them to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Leif's name was a symbol of their newfound freedom. They wanted most for their son to be "better." Better than the atrocities of fighting and rejection back home and better than the hedonistic, misogynistic culture to which they moved.