And no, my Prince Charming has still not arrived.” “We had known each other for years.I met him at 18, liked him, and thought of him as a brother.We picked up Chinese food together, shared hoodies, and went out dancing.
' We'll see,' I responded, hoping to come across as coy, when I was actually terrified. I was 24 and couldn't even kiss someone without feeling like I was going to hell.
When the moment of truth came, he touched his nose to my cheek, waiting for me to respond. Sunday school teaches you things you can’t unlearn, no matter how badly you want to. It felt like a million years before he finally said, jokingly, ' Jeez, I don't know if I can be your first!
And then he dropped this line: ' I can’t wait to have you tie me up with that thing.' He was talking about my hijab.
He never texted me back, but that’s probably because I burst out laughing for about five minutes straight.
So my escape route the next day was that much more interesting.
Suffice to say, lesson learned.” "It was our third date and things were going pretty well.How about you just ask me what I want to be when I grow up instead?” “I think the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me is getting a Facebook message from this guy I met at a Muslim Students Association’s event. Here I am at my first week of university after spending 12 years at an all-girls school, thinking I am finally going to have my moment, and instead I get this fool. In between religious fanatics who use hijab as a way of categorizing women into good girl vs.bad girl, or right-wing politicians who see hijab as the death of Western values, everyone has an opinion that they are a little too comfortable sharing.Under the Muslim faith, single men and women can't be alone together.