"With that attitude, you’ll never get married."
My sister and me when a prospective comes to our house.
When my mom tells me how to act in front of a prospective.
Trying to look for a f^)k to give when people point out I’m in my late(r) 20s and not married.
I’m too religious because I wear a hijab but too liberal because I listen to music.
When an Auntie goes on and on about her fair-skinned, tall, super-handsome, doctor/dentist/lawyer son.
Sometimes I feel like this is my relationship with Allah (aka God).
So exactly one year ago I started this tumblr out of frustration. Not so much with anyone in particular but more with the process of finding someone to marry. Every rejection - whether from my end or theirs - felt personal and discouraging and I needed an outlet.
At this moment, I have 447 followers. That’s 447 people whose hearts ache like mine, laugh like mine, lift like mine, and fall like mine. I’m still spending a lot of time looking for my partner. But it’s uplifting to know that I’ve got brothers and sisters in the same struggle; people I can turn to to share a belly laugh, a tremor of hope, and a dismal failure.
So thanks, friends. You are my partners in this journey. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.