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.
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.
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?
My husband made clear he wasn’t interested in an arranged marriage, but instead wanted to marry someone he chose. 🙂 Either way, this spoiled, only child now has a huge family who I love and cherish.
They accept I need a fork to eat my meals and they’ve always accommodated me without making me feel awkward.