They accept I need a fork to eat my meals and they’ve always accommodated me without making me feel awkward.
I’m never left out of family events and they even go out of their way to embrace things from my culture.
My husband has never asked me to cover my head, my face, hands, or feet.
He’s never treated me as anything less than his equal other than when it involves finances.
I experience things in Kuwait I doubt many other Americans do… I wish I could say my life resembles every Westerner married to an Arab but I know that’s not the case.
Every situation is unique and some are better than others.
Having a husband like this has taught me to want very little as it’s far more important to me that he lives a stress free life and never goes without anything. I don’t have to ask his ‘permission’ to do anything, nor does he ask mine.
Not only are they responsible for us financially, but also our emotional well-being.
Many people have asked me what it’s like being an American woman married to an Arab man.
Some even ‘warned’ me before making the decision to get married.
He can comfortably spend his Winter in a desert tent, cooking fresh meat over fahem, and brushing his teeth with a miswak. While I’m watching the Arab Ramadan shows, he’s fully invested in an episode of Daily Show or Colbert.
There’s very little about him that fits into the stereotypical ‘bedoin’ mold.