Shelina Janmohamed
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She holds my hand to help me walk to the wedding car. As we step out of the house, the sun is radiant. I’m smiling, I can’t stop.
She steps in front of me and opens the door.
“Your carriage awaits,” she winks mischievously at me.
I turn to look at the house, my home. I feel emotional but not sad, because I’m not leaving it behind. It is still all part of me, and always will be. I’m not moving to a different life: I’m expanding the multiverse I live in.
She teases me, “Come on then! We’ve waited long enough for this day!”
I step into the car, about to begin the journey, and say as I always do at the beginning of any action: Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem, In the name of Allah, the Lovingly Compassionate, the Kind.
This is a journey that most human beings hope to make, from being one, to being part of a pair. The promised experience of being part of a pair is peace, contentment, and love. Will I find these things? The journey itself to seek these things may be rewarding, or perhaps it will be the reward in itself.
I turn to close the door of the car. I look back at my home, and then forward to the road that lies ahead.
Acknowledgments
It would be impossible for me to write my thank-yous without mentioning the one, with a little o. This is mainly because he insisted that he be first in the list, and that I acknowledge him for being a very patient man through this period of creative madness. Anyone who knows him will be aware that he is indeed a patient and caring man of extreme gentleness and gentlemanliness. He is also intelligent, handsome, quietly funny, and sensitive, with great vision and enormous heart. Among his many talents, which I have been fortunate enough to benefit from, are his abilities to create, inspire, and encourage, and simply to be his gorgeous self. Of course, it is thanks to the fact that he took his sweet time in appearing, that this book was written. Thanks for showing up. Eventually. Mithu, it was worth the wait.
My parents are just as inspiring, and it is through their unconditional love, belief, and encouragement that they have instilled in me the constant aspiration to create new things, try new ideas, and to share everything I have with the world around me. It is their optimism, faith, and prayers that have guided me through my life. With them standing behind me, nothing has ever been impossible and their confidence continues to drive me forward in the belief that it really is possible to make the world a better place, and to fill it with love. I could not have asked for more incredible and amazing parents. Mum and Dad, I pray that you are blessed abundantly.
He and she, who don’t want to be mentioned, but know who you are, thank you for your support, as well as your raised eyebrows at some of my madcap ideas. They are just as helpful and just as needed, in life as much as in writing. Just knowing that you are there when I need you is a huge blessing for which I am deeply grateful. You may not know this, but I’ve learned many things from both of you, which have made me, and continue to make me a better person.
To my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, thank you simply for being you, and loving me and supporting my work. Every bit has made a difference.
There are a number of people without whom the book would simply not exist in the form it is today. It is the Aunties and the suitors who come first to mind. They were incredible characters, real and intensely human, and who, one realizes with hindsight, were lovable and frustrating in equal measure. The wisdom I gained from them in apparent and hidden ways is irreplaceable, and for that I thank all of them. The Imam that I mentioned, too, has a strong presence in my life, even though he is no longer with us. May mercy be showered on him for his passion, knowledge, and vision.
All the girls who shared tears and laughter over their equally perilous journey, thank you for making me realize I was not alone in my quest. Remember that you, and anyone who is on this journey, are not alone either.
Others who walked with me and held my hand cannot be forgotten either, in no particular order: Malika Chandoo, Shaheen Bilgrami, Masoma Khoee, Tim Lloyd, Gary Ellis, Remona Aly, Peter Hobbs, Gillian Cargill, Mukul Devichand, Emily Buchanan, and Irfan Akram.
Ahmed Versi deserves a special mention for asking an untested novice like me to write for his newspaper the Muslim News, and crazily agreeing to give me a regular column. I was bitten by the writing bug, set up my own blog, won a couple of awards, and have now written a book. Thank you also to all my readers, each one of you makes a difference to my work and I value your support and comments. Luqman Ali cannot be forgotten either, for his serenity, eloquence, and creative inspiration and for simply understanding everything.
Abdulaziz, you share some of the blame too. We know what you did, and we thank you wholeheartedly for it.
Finally, when it comes to the book, there are a few people who must take credit for seeing the potential of a sample of raw writing from a first-time author and believing that it could be a beautiful piece of writing. Dan Nunn, you were the first; I’m sorry we couldn’t make it happen together. Diane Banks, my ever cheerful and talented agent who is definitely going places, when you told me that you were glued to your screen when you read my story I nearly hugged you. I love the fact that you are persistent and tenacious, incredibly gifted in all the skills an agent needs, ever responsive to any question no matter how big or small, anywhere and at anytime. Thank you for believing. To Karen, my ever patient original editor, thank you for seeing what the book could be, and my, what a long way we’ve come. And how much we have achieved together.
In the United States, I was inspired by Gayatri Patnaik and am indebted to her for championing this book. And to Alexis Rizzuto, thank you for your wonderful enthusiasm and delight in my book and your excellent comments. Our relationship felt more like a joyful conversation than work. There is no sweetness comparable to working with people who so completely share your vision.
And, there is no way to forget the wonderful, intelligent, and beautiful Nahla El Geyoushi and Elaine Heaver. Without them the book might not have made it out into the world so confidently and with such excitement. They believed, supported, wept, and laughed with me through this process, and made me realize that I am a very fortunate person to have such close and dedicated friends.
To all of you, and all those who have made my life and my writing a joy, thank you.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Janmohamed, Shelina Zahra.
Love in a headscarf / Shelina Zahra Janmohamed.
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eISBN: 978-0-8070-0081-6 (pbk. : alk. paper) 1. Janmohamed, Shelina Zahra—Diaries. 2. Mate selection—Religious aspects—Islam. 3. Arranged marriage—Great Britain. 4. Muslim women—Conduct of life. 5. Muslim women—Great Britain—Diaries. I. Title.
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First published in 2009 by Aurum Press Ltd., 7 Greenland Street, London NW1 0ND
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