Ahmad is always the voice of reason. He reassures me we will one day get married, and that God will surely forgive us. We are not harming anyone by any means, but if my family and community were to find out, they would be disgusted by our actions, and we would be ostracized by everyone around us.
But even knowing all this, love still prevails. After experiencing the dating world, and figuring out my physical and emotional needs, it would be impossible for me to simply give up and get married the traditional way. How can I marry a complete stranger, when I know exactly the type of partner I want? As I scroll through Instagram and Facebook, I see couples in arranged marriages, smiling, having fun, and showcasing their lives. I envy them. I want to be able to shamelessly post a picture of us together.
I want to be able to ask my friends for advice when we fight and show off gifts he gives me on special occasions. I want to go out with him holding his hand, and eat at a restaurant that I like without trying to constantly avoid people I might run into if I go somewhere public and familiar.
If they found out otherwise, I would be shunned for life. Finding someone you love and want to spend the rest of your life with is rare. In my case, it came easily. I fantasize about the day my husband and I will laugh and tell the story to our kids: how we pretended to be strangers in order to get married.
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Following Pakistani wedding customs, they had mapped out three days of festivities. But the pandemic ruined all of them. As an interracial and culturally diverse couple, the logistics of explaining the customs of a Pakistani wedding to her in-laws had been difficult for Syeda. A week before the festivities were to be held, concerns about the virus were growing, and both events were canceled. Valima and Shaadi were important to Yugar, who converted to Islam about a year and half ago.
He was born and raised Catholic, but never truly practiced the faith. Yugar hid his exploration into the religion from this family for the first eight months. When he finally told them about his conversion, he had many long conversations with them until they eventually accepted it. His decision to marry Syeda was also hard for his family to accept.
When she decides to sleep with someone—sometime in her mid-twenties—she has a nightmare that her parents walk in on her, in bed with the boy, followed by a set of wild hallucinations about what a bad person she is, not only for disappointing her parents but for having sex instead of helping Syrian refugees.
Boys, no boys. Parents who permit their children more freedom in dating than their culture allows are the first to enable them to cover their tracks. Kelly to Ramadan. By Andrew Marantz. By Yasmine Al-Sayyad. The New Yorker Recommends What our staff is reading, watching, and listening to each week.
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