A quick note about arranged marriages in South Asian Muslim culture: They’re not forced, “blind”, or mandatory, especially not in 2012 New York.Gone are the days when girls would strut in front of a man’s family, serve chai, and share a special talent to impress her possible in-laws.The point of this exercise is to break down the divisions that exist in this simplistic environment that only seeks to demonize and further marginalize Muslim women.” Hanifa Deen, who happened to be on-hand while a Guardian reporter observed one recent question-and-answer session, said that the exercise fills a void often left by the news media and gives women a voice to speak about faith and culture.“The media automatically goes to the men for comment, they ask the imams to talk about Muslim issues,” Deen said. We need to bring out the Muslim women.” For all of the liberty to be frank during these conversations, there is one topic that Assafiri says is sort of off-limits and, if broached, will “be interrogated and rejected.” Read the full story at The Guardian.When I came home, my dad told me he had followed me in his car.I was furious, but my parents were right to be suspicious. I was a rebellious teenager in the most brown way possible—a straight-A student, alcohol- and drug-free, enrolled in a million extracurriculars.This is what the average American would expect out of marriage. So after reading a mediocre review in , I gave Millanus a shot.
Once, I rode with a friend to a co-ed birthday party at a TGI Friday’s.“The only requirement is that we are all respectful.Respectfully, we can ask why people wear the hijab, do they sleep in it, do they shower in it.Professional matchmakers and house visits still exist, but the internet has made it easier for men, women, and (of course) their parents to cast a wide net and connect with people from all over the country who share their values and interests.There’s also the alternative track: a “love marriage,” in which two people meet, fall in love, and marry without any assistance or interference from their families.Right now, it’s an undeveloped, mostly-abandoned building with no signage located on a deserted street most known for its proximity to the Amish Market. It’s not the only option, but it’s the one that would ensure a harmonious relationship between my parents and myself.The only way you can even figure out which building belongs to the center is to look for the police car perpetually parked out front. As I get older, I’m realizing that making my parents happy is becoming more central to my own satisfaction—and sanity.Usually, I forward out the potential suitors to my four closest friends— collectively known as “The Committee for the Arranged Marriage of Sadia Latifi (CAMSL)”—to weigh in on the selection.I reject guys who are too overweight or short or boring. Still, I’m more studied at the process of co-ed communication than most.What’s the best way to bring greater cultural understanding among a diversity of people?One woman in Australia has a novel answer to that question, which she’s based on the old speed-dating concept.