There are some things in life that cannot be, forcing them to happen will only cause people pain and suffering. Through my last year of college my parents decided it was time for me to be with a man, so that I can be sheltered,and have my honor protected by and all that hullabaloo. Arranged marriage is the middle east's painstaking process of 'properly' finding a suitor for their daughters and sons and sometimes it doesn't always end up well. The process starts with a phone call and date for a meet up.This happens a few times and once everyone is happy, they move to the next stage. Fast forward a few days later, I was engaged and I was learning more and more about how this was all wrong. At first my betrothed appeared to be charming and funny and all around smart but as the days went by, he proved to be the opposite. He was childish, awkward and not very well mannered. He stood for everything I didn't believe a husband should be. He was the type of guy that was taught women belong in the house, cooking, cleaning and tending to the kids. The concept of a woman having a job or progressing in life or having aspiration seemed so offensive to him.Over the course of two months during our engagement, there were ma
ny arguments and fights and most of them were initiated by him and over stupid things. He fought about not having enough attention, about my not asking permission to go to a job interview, about going out with my friends and about how I shouldn't hang out with male friends.
Despite my parents best intentions and wishes, I couldn't live with someone who demeaned me so much, and so I walked proudly out of court with divorce papers in hand waiting to see what the future holds.