I fell in love once. It was long ago, and it changed my DNA. His name was Abraham. We met while I was in college. I was a freshman, he was two years older. I was smitten immediately. But I kept my cool. He worked in the dining hall and would…
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From day one, my husband had done almost everything in his power to please me in every way. He was generous, compassionate, and honest to a fault. I loved him dearly and was eager to make him as happy as he made me; I wanted there to be no gap…
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I met him end of freshman year of college and he immediately pulled me in. The charming, funny, attentive types always get me. We hit it off and began skipping classes together, going to parks in D.C. instead, where we whiled away the afternoons chatting, laughing, and even chasing each…
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“Big things have small beginnings.” – Lawrence of Arabia In Islam, as in every other religion, there is the saying reminding us to “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” And I always believed that wholeheartedly. I considered myself an incredibly tolerant, open-minded person; someone who loved learning about other countries…
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A friend of mine recently went through the unexpected break-up. It was an emotional explosion because she and the boy had finally made it to the comfortable realm of “Islamic” dating, and the relationship had worked its way to the cliff point of marriage (it’s a plunge, and you gotta…
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1. Do Muslims date? Joe- the art of coffee / Via m.alwecdn.net Our moms don’t like the word “date” SO we just “talk.” A LOT. With that one friend of the opposite gender. 2. Via giphy.com When everyone knows your “friend” is really your “boyfriend” but it ain’t halal until…
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There are days when I wish I never stepped foot into Pakistan. The leers from strange men older than my grandfather and the constant electricity shortages in above 100 degree weather can compel anyone to consider fleeing the country. And yet, I can’t help but love it. I was born…
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In today’s AskM column, M responds to one woman about how to deal with her mother-in-law, and another about her racially-conscious suitor.
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When I was growing up, my Iraqi-born mother responded to my requests to travel alone, consider schools out-of-state, or stay out late with friends with the same answer, “When you get married.” Once I got married, I’d be somebody else’s problem. Then, it wouldn’t be her place to tell me no. Then, it would be my husband’s job to worry about me.Marriage, in my adolescent mind, was the only way to an independent adulthood. Western culture may have referred to marriage as settling down, but I associated it with freedom
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Today Salma responds to a worried wife and a misunderstood child.
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