They accept I need a fork to eat my meals and they’ve always accommodated me without making me feel awkward.I’m never left out of family events and they even go out of their way to embrace things from my culture.I was spoiled, wanted for nothing, and had everything. Then I married a man whose immediate family consists of 24 people. Family gatherings take place as often as daily since the entire family lives in very close proximity to one another.Before meeting my husband he was feeling the Arabian pressure of ‘marriage’.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.I’m just so thankful, every day, that I married a man who is the perfect combination of East and West. We live in a very tribal area where Americans are almost never seen.When we venture into the city or the malls no one even takes a second look.
Perhaps I should clarify a bit; my husband is not only an Arab, but he’s a bedoin (desert) Arab.
Having a husband like this has taught me to want very little as it’s far more important to me that he lives a stress free life and never goes without anything. I don’t have to ask his ‘permission’ to do anything, nor does he ask mine.
But out of respect for one another we ensure the other is always comfortable.
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.
My husband has never asked me to cover my head, my face, hands, or feet.