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For a woman to shed a tear and a man be the cause is shameful. Large family gatherings happened once a year during family reunion time and even that came to an abrupt halt when my grandparents died.Fortunately my husband does fit comfortably into this part of the culture he appears to have left so far behind. The typical Southern Belle raised as an only child in America. I never had to share anything with anyone — even my space.After-all, it’s you who has to walk in those shoes.I can say, with confidence, if you’re in a relationship which is questionable or causes you pain, run… Regardless of nationality, ethnicity, backgrounds, or culture.But we go to the local co-op and people literally stop what they’re doing to stare. I respect that more than the stares, and I think my husband appreciates it more as well.My husband is very out-going and friendly to everyone.They accept I need a fork to eat my meals and they’ve always accommodated me without making me feel awkward.
His English is perfect, he’s been to America and fully understands our mentality, culture, and politics.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.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.