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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’m just so thankful, every day, that I married a man who is the perfect combination of East and West. We live in a very tribal area where Americans are almost never seen.
When we venture into the city or the malls no one even takes a second look.
They accept I need a fork to eat my meals and they’ve always accommodated me without making me feel awkward.
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.
But we go to the local co-op and people literally stop what they’re doing to stare. I respect that more than the stares, and I think my husband appreciates it more as well.
My husband is very out-going and friendly to everyone.
I’ve heard horror stories of cheating, abuse, and outright disrespect.
But this takes place in marriages all over the world — it’s not exclusive to the Arab man. What I do find very interesting and even a bit odd at times are those who stare.