Life, Arranged: The Visit

By Anonymous

Part One

woman in burqa

“We’re going to visit your aunt and uncle.”


“Because your Auntie knows lots of boys there for you.”

And the next thing I know, I’m packed into the car and cruising towards the “Land of Many Eligible Men.”

A measly five-hour car ride turned into seven as we were stuck in a traffic jam for about two hours and didn’t reach my aunts house until after 9 pm. I casually started unloading my luggage only to be ushered into the house to quickly eat , without any idea why.

My parents, my aunt, and my uncle kept throwing glances at each other, almost uneasily. I was perplexed.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing darling. Just eat your food.”

I sat there in silence watching as their eyes peered over me like a moth staring into a light.

“Wouldn’t you like to freshen up darling?” my aunt questioned.

“Why? I’m only going to sleep now.”

Oh that’s right we were going somewhere. FML.

I had absolutely no clue where we were going, but to meet some guy, that’s all I knew.

As I begrudgingly freshened up, my aunt told me to fix my hair. “Why?” I asked, “I wear a hijab anyway.”

I cover up my hair for a reason, but when meeting a suitor it’s okay to take the scarf off? No thanks.

I unconvincingly got into the car headed to a house where there was some guy whom I was to meet to see if he was the “right material.”

This was the first time I was going to “meet” a guy like this. I cried the whole way there.

This is the first installment of “Life, Arranged,” a series of true stories about a young Muslim student unwittingly in the process of finding a husband. New stories will be posted every other Friday and you can follow us on twitter @jerkmagazine to check for updates.

Continue to Part Two: Better Luck Next Time.