Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up in a “Desi” neighborhood, and every house on my block is made up of families from different national origins, that I find it normal to blend in, while still holding onto the core of my familial origins and my religion. As a kid I led my school in the pledge of allegiance, with the morning announcements.
We had mass immigration back in the 70s and 80s when my family came, from our lower middle class background, but we had English assimilation classes, that even my grandma took and effort to learn, even though she had no interest to deal with people outside the home. I empathize with the hardworking immigrants, even the illegals, that keep their heads down and stay humble to the country that have them the opportunities. Outside of a couple of Melas or a Pakistan day parades in my youth, I’ve never publicly displayed the Pakistani flag in the US.