Thank God: It's Saturday, although I don’t work on Saturday, but my boss called me to the office to do some job stuff for him. I Hope to have another great weekend like last weekend. The week has been so hectic for me. I am really looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Who knows, I will try make something different at home, maybe cook a nice delicious meal, or even bake a cake or rather still, prepare barbecue fish and chips with ketchup to go with it. uhmmmmmmmmmmm
that sounds better, maybe I will give it a try. I love fish a lot. Let me stop dreaming about food and get on with today business.
My last post was titled "obstacles to relationship 1" and I got good comments which I passed on to the victim in question. Well, she was grateful for the advice, but she is still bent on carrying out her parents wish. Like the saying goes You can only lead a Camel to the river, but you can force it to drink water" also our elders use to say a word is enough for the wise, I wish her best of luck.
Like I said in my last post, I was also a victim of a failed relationship. Then I was much younger, I was twenty three then, Mohammed was actually my first love. We met in my mum shop, my mum had a restaurant. So whenever am on holidays from school, I normally go there to help her with the cooking and to serve customers. One faithful day, Mohammed came to my mum restaurant to get something to eat and drink, and when he saw me, after about three visits to our shops, he tried to win my friendship, but at first, I refused to succumb, because I was scared of being hurt and also I didn’t want any distractions from my studies, so I refused to honour any of his lunch date. He kept on trying, he never gave up. Eventually, I agreed to go for a swim date with him. He was excited and he treated me like a queen. We got talking, I found that, he is an interesting guy to be with, he is smart, young, and he is also an engineer by profession. During our conversation, he revealed to me, that he was from a Muslim home, at first when I heard it, I was disturbed, because I am from a Christian home. Anyway, I still went on to date him, thinking that somehow, I will convert him to my own religion. But I was wrong because we had conflicts, whenever I want to watch a Christian programme, he will switch the Television off. Whenever I want to go to church, he doesn’t like the idea. We continued like that for about a year, he then proposed, we were so much in love, even with the difference in our religion, I decided to marry him, then the big problem we had was our parents. My parents refused out rightly, his parents also refused.
Because of the love I had for him I was ready to marry him even without my parents consent. But he told me, for me to marry him I have to denounce my religion, I told him I cannot , that he should keep his religion, while I keep mine. He said over his dead body, he now made a statement that jolted me back to reality. These were his words “ I will not live to see my children going to church and becoming Christians, you can keep your religion mind you, but my children will be muslims”. On hearing his statement, I knew if I went ahead marrying him, then we will have problems in future. So we decided to call it quit.
So this is my story. Tell me. Please be honest, if you were in my shoes what would you have done? Also, do you think religion matters in marriage? Another thing, are parents always right about their consent for whom their daughter or son wants to marry?, do you have any experience to share concerning this problems? Then do so, your comments will be highly appreciated.
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