Dating an albanian man
I can talk about the blatant racism he endured from the nurse in the maternity ward after I had our oldest child. I can read and sign for her.” I can talk about the many instances I witnessed my husband endure racism, even getting arrested on a false charge he was later cleared of, all because he has the wrong complexion for America’s racist system.
She called him my “baby’s daddy” and asked him to leave when he tried to sign forms that I was too drugged up to sign after having a C-section, saying, “only mom and legal family can sign the forms,” and she had the nerve to be surprised when he lost his cool, and snapped back, “She’s my wife and I am the baby’s FATHER! May Allah reward my husband for his patience, ameen.
His father has since passed, but I feel like their marriage may have given him the wrong example of how a relationship is supposed to be. He does little things when we're alone; like slap my face (sometimes harder than others) and he does it if we're not even arguing. He's invited me over to his family's home as he lives with a brother and their mother; he's 37 and I'm 28.
Even during sex one time I know I heard him say it in my ear, but he told me it was something else.
If you want a woman who will be quiet and never question you, you will never be married because they don’t exist.” I had ignorant remarks from my American sisters, both white and black.
One African American sister implied I accepted abuse.
I was doing 95 mph on a 80 mph highway, and when I got pulled over, I got away with a sympathetic warning.
It hurt us that our brothers and sisters in imaan, and our own families were so ignorant.
However, this type of bigotry is not what hurt the most.
There were people who made it clear they weren’t happy with our marriage, like my father’s brother, who used “your daughter married a black man” as an insult to my father, and my aunt, who was so angry that my father allowed my “black husband” in the house.
Of course, my aunt did not comment on fighting and estrangement from her own (Albanian) drug addict husband.
My fathers’ siblings taunted my dad saying my kids These were interesting claims coming from people who dropped the “H” in our last name claiming it was Italian, and called themselves by Anglo names instead of their Albanian and Muslim names my grandparents gave them.