Parents are our first glimpse into understanding the concept of love. In this narrative, a sister describes the romanticized love she has been blessed to witness from her parents.
“The narrative is not my own but it is still a personal one. It is about the two most important people in my life, my parents.
My parents just celebrated their thirty-year anniversary this past New Year’s Eve. They have been living on two different continents for the past five years so it has been hard for them. What I want to share is a sweet ritual that they have kept alive regardless of this distance.
My parents speak to each other every evening, sharing their days with one another. It is nothing out of the ordinary, but what I admire is regardless of how busy they are, they always make time for that phone call every evening without fail.
I have seen my mum’s eyes light up like a lovesick teenager’s because of it, and I have witnessed this goofy lopsided grin on my dad’s face for the same reason. They both, on separate occasions, confessed that these nightly conversations bridges the physical distance between them and has helped strengthen their relationship. Masha’Allah (what God wills).
I am yet to start my own love narrative but amidst all the negative portrayals of Muslim love, my parents are my anchor. They show me real love does happen to Muslim people, and it can be happy and lovey-dovey romantic, even after many years and also great distance (their case now). My parents teach me every day that we can find the extraordinary in the ordinary; you just have to be willing to bear the extra.”
*If you would like share sweet glimpses from your marriage with hopes of spreading awareness of positive relationships in the Muslim community, please email Maryam@SuhaibWebb.com with a short narrative. Your submission may be featured anonymously in this mini-series of Glimpses of Marital Bliss.