What Nobody Tells You About Muslim Marriage
Our first year nearly ended because of the wedding guest list. What saved us was an imam who understood honest communication.
It sounds absurd. It was absurd. But the the wedding guest list was never really about logistics.
Aisha's father-in-law had a Sunday cooking tradition. When we married, the expectation was that I would follow the same routine. When I did things differently, the WhatsApp complaints started.
What saved us was an imam who understood marriage counselling. He made us list every unspoken expectation. Aisha's list was 17 items long. Mine was 22. 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 Pakistani traditions could coexist in the same kitchen.
We've been married 5 years now. We found our own rhythm. 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.