Muna was sitting quietly playing with a stray thread on the edge of her shirt. Her mind as wandering. When was he coming? Her father had said the suitor would be there after Zhuhr prayer. It was now almost Asr time.
It wasn’t the first time someone was coming to see her.
Muna was on number seven, to be specific, and she knew that, because she wrote their names down on a list and checked them off one by one.
She wrote them because she wanted to make sure she would never ever meet them again. This marriage business was serious stuff to her and if there was one thing she learned from watching reruns of The Bachelor and The Bachelorette it was that having only a few minutes to talk to someone wasn’t enough.
Muna’s mother was constantly on her case. “Why can’t you just look past the imperfections and focus on the person? His teeth don’t have to be straight, his hair doesn’t have to be full, and he certainly doesn’t need to drive a Bentley.”
Muna would just sigh and walk away from the conversation. No one seemed to understand her. It wasn’t about looks or money, it was about the connection. She just never felt anything with these guys. How could she? With only a few minutes of unchaperoned time to really speak on a personal level, it was hard.
When her dad and brothers all sat with her to meet her potential husband she felt like every time she moved her head up to look at him, all heads moved with her. It was hardly romantic.
Muna could clearly remember the time when she met a guy with her family at an Islamic convention and before she could even get a word in her older brother started grilling him about how many times a day he prayed. Or the time when her father demanded to know the man’s yearly income.
It wasn’t always her family’s fault though. Sometimes it was just not meant to be.
For example, when one guy told her about his obsessive compulsive disorder and how he could only wear white socks, it kind of freaked her out. Or the time when one guy expressed he was ready to sign the marriage contract right then and there-very sudden and a little scary.
But today felt different. Muna felt excited for the first time in a very long time. She didn’t feel like she was faking the motions of getting ready, but actually looking forward to meeting this man. Maybe it was because she heard so many great things about him.
As Muna applied a little blush to her cheeks and pinned her hijab back, she whispered to herself, “Maybe he’s the one!”
To be continued…
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