A couple of months ago I was on a horrible date with someone my boss set me up with. The only thing I really care to remember from the conversation was a book recommendation.
"Love, Inshallah" is a book written by Muslim American women writing about their experiences. Love, God-Willing. Although I am not Muslim, I really identified with many of the writers and even surprised that I knew one of them back in college. It is so rare to find a book that resonates with me, especially with many of the writers being of South Asian descent. What makes the promotion of the book interesting is that the editors created a blog were contributers to the book write posts along with other writers.
Their recent post came from another blog, but I think this touched me even deeper than many of the other posts I've read on the site: On My Own by Hafsa Arain
Published on "This Recording" , the piece is about how a young woman is coming to terms how she will likely be single due to lack of experiences in relationships. For me I've been feeling a similar thought. While I have relationship experiences, none of them have been positive. It hurts for me to realize that I may never have that. I went to a bachelorette party last night where I was not only the oldest, but the poorest and the only single one. It is as if the signs of the universe are making it apparent that I may be the single one forever. While I think that maybe it is better to be single than in an abusive relationship, I still crave that connection, that hope that I will find my best friend, that my parents would have a wedding, but it just seems more and more bleek.
Of course the saying goes that if you believe in the negative, it will come true. I really don't want to believe in the negative but wish the universe would for once cut me a break. Just once so I can feel normal and happy.
So, how about it, universe?
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