So how do we go from having limited interactions with men (outside of our family) to living with one for the rest of our lives?
We are not close. No, we are far from that.
None of this would have been possible had I not made the decision to put my Muslim American identity out there and write.
There was one night in which we had a huge argument because I stole the blanket.
We judge a society by how the women are dressed.
I’m in my mid-twenties and I still cry about silly things that happened to me in second grade.
Ironically, the first time I felt furthest from Islam was when I was on pilgrimage to Mecca at the age of 12.
I was angry because I felt cursed to live the miserable existence of a single mother.