But we go to the local co-op and people literally stop what they’re doing to stare. I respect that more than the stares, and I think my husband appreciates it more as well.
Many people have asked me what it’s like being an American woman married to an Arab man.
Some even ‘warned’ me before making the decision to get married.
After-all, it’s you who has to walk in those shoes.
I can say, with confidence, if you’re in a relationship which is questionable or causes you pain, run… Regardless of nationality, ethnicity, backgrounds, or culture.
My husband has never asked me to cover my head, my face, hands, or feet.
He’s never treated me as anything less than his equal other than when it involves finances.
He can comfortably spend his Winter in a desert tent, cooking fresh meat over fahem, and brushing his teeth with a miswak. While I’m watching the Arab Ramadan shows, he’s fully invested in an episode of Daily Show or Colbert.
There’s very little about him that fits into the stereotypical ‘bedoin’ mold.
Family members were actively seeking out prospective wives to include cousins. They have very close family ties and rarely marry outside of their tribe. And someone he could see himself investing a lifetime in. Certainly I’m not someone his mother would have chosen for him, but she’s never made me feel that way. Perhaps they were just relieved he was finally getting married?