Fortunately my husband does fit comfortably into this part of the culture he appears to have left so far behind. The typical Southern Belle raised as an only child in America. I never had to share anything with anyone — even my space.
This post is my little attempt at clearing up some of the misconceptions regarding the Arab/American marriages.Perhaps I should clarify a bit; my husband is not only an Arab, but he’s a bedoin (desert) Arab.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.He’s responsible for all the bills and monthly obligations while providing me anything I want without hesitation — even if it means he goes without. My opinion matters and he always asks what I think or how I feel.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.