We Left Home to Build a Life—But Became Strangers to Both
“Woher kommst du?”
“Aus Frankfurt.”
“Nein, aber woher kommst du wirklich?”
There it is. The question that slices through identity like a hot knife. Not hostile, not even cruel—just quietly loaded. A reminder that no matter how fluent your German is, how local your accent sounds, you will always be a guest in your own home.
Too German for Karachi, Too Brown for Köln
When Farah visited her cousins in Lahore last December, they laughed at her Urdu. Said it was “sweet,” like a toddler mimicking grown-ups.
But when she’s in Munich, riding the U-Bahn, older Germans still stare a beat too long—curious, puzzled, mildly wary.
She’s German enough to pay taxes. But not German enough to belong.
This is the limbo second-gen South Asians in Germany often inhabit. Raised between prayer rugs and bratwurst, navigating schoolyard friendships and Sunday mosque, they grow up multilingual and culturally stretched, yet somehow emotionally homeless.
The German word Zerrissenheit—torn-ness—feels fitting. You belong to two places. And neither one fully claims you.
Munich Students, Berlin Coders, Frankfurt Parents—Same Ache
Aisha, a second-gen student in Munich, tells me she learned to code-switch before she learned to code.
“In school, I tried so hard to fit in,” she says. “No spicy lunch, no talking about religion, definitely no shalwar kameez on culture day.”
In Berlin, I met Aarav, a software developer born to Indian parents.
“I can quote Goethe and Tagore. I dream in English and argue in Hindi. But dating a German girl? I had to explain why my mom still expects me home by midnight at 30.”
And in Frankfurt, Rehan and Sabiha are raising two kids.
They argue over screen time—but also over which holidays matter. Eid or Weihnachten? Urdu or Deutsch at bedtime?
They’re not just parenting—they’re negotiating heritage.
This is the immigrant legacy: you cross oceans for stability, only to raise children who grow up on cultural tectonic plates.
Family, Marriage, and the Quiet Revolt
Here’s what I noticed…
Second-gen South Asians in Germany aren’t rejecting their roots—but they are redefining them.
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Marriage isn’t automatic anymore. Many delay it. Some refuse it.
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Religion is being reframed—not abandoned. Fewer rules, more reflection.
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Family ties are looser, not out of disrespect, but survival. Emotional boundaries are new, necessary.
And yes, guilt lives here too. The guilt of not measuring up to your parents’ sacrifices.
The guilt of not “passing” as German.
The guilt of choosing therapy over family pride.
Neither Here Nor There—But Also Both
You ever wonder why it hurts more when your own people call you “too Western” than when Germans call you foreign?
Maybe it’s because second-gen South Asians aren’t looking to assimilate.
They’re just looking to belong—to be whole.
But the world keeps asking them to choose halves.
Then again, maybe limbo is also a kind of bridge.
A place where you learn to speak two languages with the same mouth.
Where your playlists have both Atif Aslam and Apache 207.
Where you light candles for Diwali and sip Glühwein in December—without apologizing for either.
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