Proud_Muslim said:
tell me now, did your hispanic husband married you for the GREEN CARD or you begged him to marry you for the GREEN CARD ??
Come on, dont be shy.
Why would I be shy...It's quite a beautifull story:
I was born in the US in 1973, precisely in Michigan Ann Arbor, where my dad was completing his PhD and working for general motors (detriot) as director of their research and development department.
That means, I'm American by Birth...The strongest type of citizenship that you can achieve...I can be president if I wished...I can be a council women, you name it, I have a right to it.
As far as meeting my hispanic husband...I was an undergraduate in civil engineering with an emphasis in water resources. He was a graduate research assistant also in the civil program with a concentration on transportation. He was my TA, teaching assistant for the transportation class when I was a senior. He asked me out after the semester was over and I told him that I don't date. He asked why and I explained to him that I'm a muslim. He asked me in regards to how do you date or marry a muslim woman and I told him that my dad is currently teaching in Saudi and he is free to call him and ask his permission. I gave him my dad long distance number and he indeed called. He didn't date me though or even talk to me after talking to my dad. I was kindda crushed, because I liked him. Anyways, I was a busy woman, graduating top of my class, applying for grad schools, the whole nine yards.
I travelled to grad school, which was 5 states over from where I met my husband. I was busy with my research and course work, and all of a sudden, I get a call from him. He told me that he got a job in a city that was two hours away from me by car and we were happy to hear of each other news. he also told me near the end of the conversation to congratulate him, and I sort of became sad, thinking that he got married. He said, I'm a muslim now. I can't describe my happiness, I was in tears. I offered to pick him up from airport and we were married six month later.
To think that little me with Egyptian roots, live in the greatest place on earth...America...being a muslim...uniting Egyptian blood with Native Indian blood...Being respected on all levels and achieving anything I set my mind too...neighboring and loving christians, jewish, muslims, ect....raising two beautifull kids...what a most beautifull Jihad...I never knew that striving could be this sweet. True thanks to Allah for all the blessings that he has bestowed on me.
Now, you tell us how you were inbred with your grade school cousin....It's your turn.