What Nobody Tells You About Muslim Marriage
Our first year nearly ended because of whose family to visit for Eid. What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling.
It sounds absurd. It was absurd. But the whose family to visit for Eid was never really about logistics.
Omar's mother-in-law had a expectation about morning routines. When we married, the expectation was that I would continue the tradition. 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 15. 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 two people speaking different languages.
It took two years of honest, painful conversations. Of learning that compromise doesn't mean surrender. Of understanding that my Somali traditions and Indian traditions could coexist in the same kitchen.
We've been married 15 years now. We laugh about it now. We still disagree about whose family is more dramatic. 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.