My Son the Fanatic
1. Translation
“Parvez has lived in London now for almost two decades, where he provides as a living as a taxi-driver. He no longer feels a great connection to the native country, Pakistan, and is gradually developing English habits. He therefore gladly drinks one or two glasses with the colleagues, while they discuss circumstances, which normally would not be brought up in a Muslim context. Parvez has great expectations of his son, Ali, and has sacrificed a lot to give him a good education.”
2. Using the last scene between Ali and Parvez as a starting point, give a 1st person account of Ali’s thoughts, feelings and beliefs.

I’m sitting here in my room, after my father just beat me up. I’m deeply shocked by my father’s reaction. Who’s the fanatic now, I keep saying to myself. I guess his answer was violence. He seems narrow-minded in the negative way he thinks of my new way of seeing life. He seems frustrated and I could see the insanity and frustration in his eyes, in every punch. I don’t know what to feel. I’m full of mixed feelings. The feeling which weights the most is though anger. I’m angry because of the physical punishment. I’m angry because of his missing belief. I’m angry because of his admiring of the Western civilization.

I can’t believe the way he abandons his religion, and his view on the West disgusts me. The West is a sink of hypocrites, adulterers, homosexuals, drug takers and prostitutes, nothing else. By eating pig and drinking alcohol he rejects Allah and Islam, and it disgusts me. And especially the way he lets that woman, touch him. Where is the respect? I cannot believe it. He is a disgrace for Islam.

But the reason of his aggression and frustrations is clear. The blame is to be put on Allah. Allah avenges himself, for my father’s lag of faith - the way he goes against Allah and Islam. It’s Allah’s fault that