You know there are some prospects that I do NOT want to meet, especially the ones that I have come across in the real world and I know that we are poles apart in our worldview but this auntie did not take the hint and wanted me to see this really good Muslim guy at least once. My mom being the nicest lady in the world did not want to say no and told me that all that I had to do was to meet this guy once and just say no. Ok fine, whatever but this was not just any other guy, this was the uber-mullah of the neighboring campus so he was not technically in my school but I had seen him. To his credit he was not into partying or the whole girlfriend thing, so he was clean in this respect but he was one of those types who did not even return your salams and thought that women cannot become the president of MSA or that sisters should be segregated for their own good etc. He had even said something to the effect that almost all women are potential temptresses. He had some not so nice words for non-hijabi sisters. I could not let go a good opportunity to get even on the behalf of all the sisters with whom this guy had been mean. The following conversation may seem a bit cruel but believe me I had seen the guy sad thing to good, innocent, hijabi sisters
So I go delibrately go home on Saturday that weekend instead of Friday so that mom can’t cancel the meeting. Dad was in England or something that time so it was perfect. I come home and then mom is like, “What have you done to my daughter? Aliana why have you dyed your hair blue!” I casually replied, “Relax mom, its not like as if its permanent.” She goes, “But what about your prospect?” “Well you know I was going to say no anyway so why not make him say no as well.”
Mom didn’t really like the idea but she let him have my way.
So the guy shows up expecting a modest hijabi gal but meets the Amazonian Matriarch known as Aliana. The first shock is of course the hair and I got blue contacts just for the occasion. 🙂 And I am also dressed in all red. He is skeptical but starts the conversation regarding how Islam takes care of everything and why we must keep our distance from the non-believers. This is a really bad way to start conversation with me. I go on and tell him all about my good relations with ‘non-believer’ friends and how in many ways they are better than many of the so-called Muslims. Then he tells me how he would like to live in a Muslim country in the Middle East away from Western corruption, to which add, “Cool, I have heard Dubai is the most happening place in the world right now.” That was when he came into the defensive mode and started criticizing the West and how Muslim women have been corrupted and why there should be complete segregation and women not driving makes sense and how I was the emblem was what was wrong with the society, to which I replied, “Well Mr. righteous that would not be that bad I was a guy han? If I was a guy and some white girl fell for me and then after a few months I leave her and get on with my life, that’s fine han? And I do this with many women and that is fine right? I know whose suggestion that was by the way. White women are people like us you know.” By this time he seems to be sick of me and says, “But she was not one of the muslimoon anyway.” Before leaving he tells my mom how Western I am. Whatever. Too bad he was not familiar with Simone de bouvier otherwise I would have thrown her in the conversation.