What Nobody Tells You About Muslim Marriage
Our first year nearly ended because of the mahr amount. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
It sounds absurd. It was absurd. But the the mahr amount was never really about logistics.
Omar's mother had a Sunday cooking tradition. When we married, the expectation was that I would prioritise their family. When I did things differently, things went cold.
What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling. He made us list every unspoken expectation. Omar's list was 18 items long. Mine was 27. We'd married each other but expected to live in our parents' marriages.
The Quran says spouses are garments for one another — they cover, protect, and complement. We weren't garments. We were roommates with a marriage certificate.
It took six months of honest, painful conversations. Of learning that compromise doesn't mean surrender. Of understanding that my Egyptian traditions and Indian traditions could coexist in the same kitchen.
We've been married 7 years now. We laugh about it now. We still disagree about the thermostat. But we do the dishes together.
Nobody tells you that marriage isn't about finding the right person. It's about becoming the right person. Every single day. Over and over. With patience, with prayer, and occasionally with raised voices that eventually soften into laughter.