I struggle with the words to speak, but I need to get them out.
Being married for six months is hardly a long time, but we were able to discover what worked for us through constant communication.
I often dream of how much easier everything would be, if Islam was part of the culture.
It wasn’t long before our relationship with our uncle began to sour.
Women throughout the world grow up in societies that teach them to guard their bodies against men. Men are never taught to avoid hurting women.
Yes, it’s a treat when we cook up a dish of amazing lasagna at home, but nothing tastes better than eating a meal that’s been prepared following your family customs.
It all changed only weeks after my seventh birthday. Life has not been the same since.
I realized how not only was sex and sexuality a taboo, but how culturally, we were expected to be asexual.
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.