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For anyone who has followed my blog 51 Fridays, you all know that my father went on a mission to get me married before I reached my marriage expiration date–twenty-five. This is the age Arabs have labeled as “The Day It All Ends” for women. An un-married woman in our culture is looked at worse than a serial killer. Of course, I expired while my father was still alive, which pissed him off beyond belief. Expired N Fabulous follows my journey to find Mr. Right , while taking matters into my own hands, because my family has yet to find any man I’d want to marry. Instead, it’s men they find agreeable and I don’t.

Of course this consistent attempt to marry me off to men of their choosing is exactly the reason I am now expired and un-married. But, not once have I ever been asked what I’m looking for in a man. My family has always taken the lead on the subject, but not anymore. With my father’s family gone (for the time being), I’m going to attempt to find the man I’m interested in marrying all on my own before they return to Chicago and hijack my love life.

So here I am: twenty-seven years old, un-married, still single, and not exactly ready to mingle. I am looking for love, but the probability of that happening now that I am officially BEYOND my expiration date is highly unlikely. It won’t be easy, especially since I’ve depended on my father, uncles, aunt, cousins, hell even the guy who bags my groceries at the corner store, to find a husband for me. But, I’m willing to take the chance if it means falling in love the way that Jane Austen characters do. I’m looking for true love, the sparkle, if it still exists, which I’m sure that it does. And what’s a marriage without sparkle.

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Single. No six letter word has ever been more traumatizing and humiliating to Arab parents for their daughters than to be just that. It’s the reason they strongly encourage, guilt, pressure, and often times force their daughters into a commitment leading to a more acceptable standing in the community. What I mean is this emotionally charged seven letter word: married! I have worn the status ‘Single’ for over twenty five years and yet it never gets any easier when I have to tell another Arab woman that I am in fact still “on the market.” It’s as if they perceive a single woman as some sort of puppy who was abandoned by his owners and left on the streets to fend for itself.

It’s the very reason that as of late when asked by others if I’m still single, I have begun to answer with, “Well, I’m talking to someone my family introduced me to,” in the hopes that they would think I was getting engaged soon or at least considering it. Continue reading

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