Recently, I heard an interesting story about this Sudanese couple’s marriage. Just so you know, they’re Muslim too and speak Arabic. Two of the Arabic women have been here two years and there’s one who’s also a U.S. citizen now, though she’s very much Muslim. Understand, too, it’s not typical for Muslim women folk to marry nonMuslims. It’s, however, more acceptable for a nonMuslim woman to marry a Muslim man ’cause it’s believed he’ll influence her to convert to his faith, him being the man and all.
Now, the one Sudanese woman who’s also American is divorced. She was married to a Sudanese Muslim. The interesting part about these marriages is they’re somewhat arranged. Same goes for Saudis too. The mother of the Saudi family will get to looking at her son and see that he’s ready for him a woman. She gets to scoping out young women folk from families she knows. It may even be a cousin she picks down the line somewhere. I don’t know how their babies turn out, so don’t ask, okay? I do know that when a young lady’s got something not considered normal with her, it’s kept on the hush ’cause it’s hard to get her married off. Though, back to the Sudanese marriage story.
Well, this Sudanese young lady was telling me why her friend divorced. Poor man had so much working against him. The friend didn’t like that her husband dipped his biscuit in his tea. That wet bread floating around in his tea, which is nasty to me too, was a worriation to her. He also slurped when he drank hot liquids. Another strike he had against him was when they had guests, he’d eat most of the food. However, the absolute worst part of the union was when they had “relations,” he’d hop outta bed right in the middle of “it” and run to the bathroom. Don’t ask me what took place in that bathroom, okay? I didn’t wanna know, so I didn’t ask.
The same young lady who related this story was telling me how this prospect she’s looking at is “wanting” her real bad. I told her he was horny, which I had to explain the meaning. He’s 30 and virginal. They both are but his jones is down on him real hard. Just to hear her on the phone makes him wanna do it. She ain’t with that, okay? She wants somebody who can talk to her, make her laugh and all that good stuff. She’s like, “Totsy, what should I do?” in this little squealy voice. I gave her my thoughts but in the end, I told her it looks no easier for Muslim folk than it does for us nonMuslims.
It’s either drinking the milk before buying the cow or getting buttermilk down the road. What do you think?