Arrange Me


My recent trip to Los Angeles found me with exactly enough time to meet Lily, a twenty-nine-year-old girl who is originally from Indiana. Although her trendy street fashion says LA, her personality remains that of a Midwest girl. As we walked down Canon Drive to view all the high end clothing boutiques and hair salons, Lily asked me all kinds of questions about what I’m currently doing and if I’m still having to meet guys introduced to me by my family. Although I was rather embarrassed to tell her that my family had sort of lost hope in my getting married, I was happy to report that they were so distracted with my sister’s wedding to insist on my meeting anyone as they normally do.

“I’m so tired of the dating scene,” said Lily, obviously frustrated. Lily went on to tell me how she had been on over twenty dates in the past year, had two relationships that didn’t last more than two months, and the longest lasting relationship she’s had in her twenty-nine years was the one between her and Dash, her eight-year-old Rottweiler.

“You complain about arranged marriages and all, but seriously girl, I would LOVE if my family did that for me,” she said. I couldn’t help but stop mid-walk and just look at her perplexed.

“You want an arranged marriage?”

“If it means getting married to a guy my family trusts, have kids, start my fucking life, yeah girl… I want an arranged marriage.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I was writing about the things I hated about having my family try to arrange my marriage after way too many bad meetings set by them—nevermind my father arranging my first attempted arranged marriage to my cousin that was unsuccessful.Yet here was a Christian Irish-American girl tired of the dating scene and wishing her family would arrange her marriage. I had to know more.

“You mean to tell me that you would trust your mom and dad to find your husband?”

“Why not? Our parents aren’t that different from us,” she said, adding a very valid argument.

“Well, I loved my dad to death—God rest his soul—but let me assure you that our opinions differed drastically,” I said. “The guys he thought I should marry weren’t exactly ’til-death-do-you-part kind of guys. Trust me!”

“So, you hit a couple of bumps along the road. Pick yourself up and keep going,” she said. “I’m serious. I’m fucking tired of going on dates, dinners, drinks, clubs, and all that shit. I want a serious guy and I trust my family to find that guy for me, if they did that sort of thing.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. There I was causing quite the stir and getting quite the following from complaining about the Arab practice of arranged marriage and here was a non-Arab, non-Muslim girl wishing—no, desperate—for her family to do exactly what I was doing my best to run away from. There’s nothing to put your thoughts into perspective than a moment like this. It makes you question your stand on whatever it is in your life you’re currently fighting against.

“Having an arranged marriage,” began Lily, “…would mean that I would be guaranteed a husband. I wouldn’t have to worry about going on pointless dates anymore, or hoping he calls back, or that his family likes you,” she said, only adding more shock and awe to my current disheveled thoughts.

“We need to sit,” I said. “ I have to seriously get your clear opinion on this because this is becoming a blog entry,” I said to Lily.

She laughed.

“Yeyyyyyy… I always wanted to be an entry,” she said, laughing harder this time.

We grabbed iced caramel macchiato’s, mine with extra caramel that drizzled over the side of the cup, and took two seats outdoors.

“So let me get this straight,” I said. “…you wouldn’t mind having your family sit you down and say, ‘hey honey, this is who you’re going to marry, period!?”

“Oh hell no!” she said. “I want the same process you’re having. Your family arranges these meetings with a guy they want you to marry and you still have a choice. I mean you have a choice, right?”

“There was a time I didn’t, but then I did. I mean, I didn’t get to say I didn’t want to meet someone. I had to meet him. Period! But could my dad force me into a marriage to one of them after my engagement fell through? No! He wouldn’t have done that. But was I forced to meet guys I didn’t want to meet? Yes!”

“Well, I mean you meet how many guys?”

“I lost count,” I said before taking a sip of my magnificently caramelized macchiato.

“And you’re still single?” she asked, shocked. “I mean, come on. I would be married by now.”

“Well, maybe we should switch places. I’m looking for love.”

“That’s overrated girl. After dating for years, let me tell you that that is so fuckin overrated. It doesn’t exist. We just find someone we could live and grow with and love comes in time. It doesn’t happen initially. Trust me!”

“I don’t know if I believe that. I believe true love exists, you just have to wait for it to come to you.”

“We’re twenty-nine. When is it going to happen? If it hasn’t happen yet, it’s not going to happen!”

“You’ve become cynical since I last saw you,” I said to Lily who was once a girl who dreamt of having a fairytale wedding, meeting prince charming with a beard—she has an infatuation for men with beards—and living happily ever after.

“I’m just done with looking. I want to get married. I want to start a family. I mean, I have a good career,” she added. Lily had just accepted a position at a top social media company and was in a position where she could comfortably get married, knowing very well that were it unable to work, she was an independent woman who can take care of herself. “If my family found a guy they believed could make me happy and they do a background check on him and make sure he’s not some rapist or serial killer, or a two-timing dick like my last boyfriend, then yes Fai, I would consider marrying him. It would make things so much easier knowing my family trusts the guy and his family and if I ever have any complains about him, I can go to them.”

“Oh, I agree with that. Our families are like our own private detectives. They can find out everything about the guy and his family before ever considering him. Of course you have some tools that slip under the radar, but I trust that who I meet comes from a good family and that regardless of his less than appealing personality, he’s a good guy for some girl… just not me. But, my point is that yes, having our families arrange these meetings, does avoid our having to run around dating guys and figuring out which one is marriage material. Obviously if they’re meeting you they’re ready to settle, and aren’t there to play any games. If you two like each other, then the planning begins.”

“See… I LOVE that! I want that!”

“Well, you don’t have to be Arab for that, Lily. Why don’t you talk to your parents about getting involved in the process of helping you find a husband?”

“They won’t! They’ll say that they don’t want to get involved because if they do, and the marriage doesn’t work for some reason, they’ll be to blame.”

“I wish many of our families saw it that way. They’re never to blame, the women always are!”

“Yeah, that’s not fair,” she said. “But I do love that your families help you guys out like that! There are probably less single women in your culture than in the entire American one.”

“I’m sure you’re probably right, but we singles make up a good number. Trust me!”

“Yeah, but if you want to get married and aren’t so picky, you would be married all because your families care enough about you and know how important it is to get married and settle down, that they help you find someone. My fuckin family would never do that for me and that sucks. Here I am at twenty-nine, still looking for someone to marry and having such a shitty fuckin hard time finding anyone.”

I wanted to argue that I wasn’t picky, rather that I had standards, but that point didn’t seem to matter at this moment. A bigger picture had been painted and its interpretation, or rather the debate on both sides, equally understandable.

There we were, both single, both looking for love, one tired of the road she was on to find Mr. Right, the other trying escape the restrictive road she and her family were on to find her Mr. Right. I hate that my family believe they know exactly what I’m looking for and play such a huge part in making that decision as to who I’ll meet, when I’ll meet him, and how, and yet there was Lily wishing for exactly what I complain about constantly. She had the freedom I as-well as so many in my religion and culture wish we had: The freedom to meet and get to know anyone you want before involving your family. The freedom to choose that person and the freedom to make the mistakes made in a relationship without any repercussions from your family, your community, your religion or culture. Yet Lily seemed to want exactly that—nothing forced, but the strong hand of her family firmly placed on her meeting a man, even if it meant that she would no longer have to date around and find out that the man she’s fallen for is either unattainable, noncommittal, or a major dick! That’s not to say that Arab men in these processes are not major dicks, because I have met my fair share and one would think that the presence of your family would change that, but as you can tell about the many I’ve documented here, that doesn’t exactly change for some.

Lily went on for the next hour about the many bad dates she had been on. The dreaded walk home the night from the date as she replayed the entire date over in her mind, trying to figure out whether or not he was interested. How she waited for phone calls that would never come. The way she would be so happy to find herself in a relationship only to realize that the guy would suddenly begin to act hot and cold, limit his texts and calls, and eventually tell her that it’s not working out without explaining exactly why.

Although I explained to Lily, infatuated with arranged marriages, that many of those things did happen in our communities as well, she argued that it didn’t matter how many bad relationships any Arab Muslim kid was in or had because they were guaranteed a life partner and that’s what she was looking for. She wasn’t guaranteed a husband, and although I argued that neither are Muslim Arab kids, using myself as an example, she once again said that were it that I was not picky, I could be married tomorrow. This I could not argue. It’s not to say that I’m a narcissist, but rather I could find a husband tomorrow were my future plans to just be married, but just being married isn’t what I’m looking for. I’m looking for love. Real love. Not love that you hope comes in time, or one that grows on you, but one that’s there. A spark, a connection, a feeling that tells you that this man is the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. But I couldn’t help but wonder how many more women like Lily, envied my position, no matter how unfortunate I might consider it. How many women were tired of waiting for love to come and instead ready to settle and wishing that they could have their marriages arranged? Was I being too harsh on my culture? Was the marriage process more fulfilling than I believed it to be? Was I not giving it a chance? Should I give the arranged meetings more of a chance and stop waiting for love to come to me? Was Lily right? Was that all overrated? Unattainable? Was I wasting my time by waiting for love—for something that was never going to come my way? And in that case, was settling for an arranged marriage something to highly consider if it meant being guaranteed a life partner?

I could understand Lily’s argument and it haunted me as I boarded my flight that was going to be a whooping four and a half hours home where I was displeased to be seated next to a couple who initiated conversation with me about their newly-wedded status and how she was playfully upset with her husband for not changing his relationship status on Facebook from single to married. I didn’t care much for their story, but she told it to me anyway. She was thirty-four and had spent years working on her career to make up for the fact that she was single and not having any luck finding Mr. Right.

“Friends, family, co-workers all tried to arrange someone for me,” she said, catching my full attention with the word arrange, a word I hard struggled with since meeting Lily. “But, I just believed that love wasn’t something that could be arranged by anyone other than God.”

“Love can’t be arranged by anyone but God,” I repeated.

“That’s right she said.”

“What a great line,” I said.

“It’s the truth. He knows best. Nobody here does. He knows when it’s going to happen, how it’s going to happen, and at exactly what time,” she added with a smile. “Are you single?” she asked me.

“I am,” I said.

“You look very young,” she said before adding that I have plenty of time to find someone, although little did she know that my expired ass was being disguised by my youthful appearance. “One day when you least expect it, he’s going to come walking into your life. Out of nowhere. That’s what happened with us,” she said.

“So arranged marriages, what’s your opinion on that?” I asked tapping into my journalistic side.

“I think arranged marriages, like most things arranged in our lives, can sometimes work for the best and sometimes not so much. I think it’s a roll of the dice. Some get lucky, some don’t. Some find love and others find heartache. It’s all about luck. That’s what love is, you know. Took me years to see that, but that’s what love is. You get lucky to find that special someone who you were meant to walk this earth with. The only problem is those that think they’re unlucky. They’re the ones who are missing out. Because we’re all lucky, you know. All of us. We make ourselves believe we’re not because some of us think we deserve love and others think they don’t.”

It was the first time in my life I had ever been happy to take such a long flight next to anyone. Her words hit me hard and they rang true. I know that I am trying to escape the iron-fisted rules laid fourth by my culture as far as marriage is concerned.  Although there may be those like Lily who envy and even wish to be in my position, it’s never one you truly understand until you’re in it. I am lucky to have a family who cares about me enough to want to see me happy, but truth is that they don’t really know what that is. At times, I don’t think we ourselves really know for certain. I do know that of all the things in this world, the one thing worth waiting for is love. No matter how frustrating, difficult, heartbreaking, and tormenting the process may be—it is worth the wait. This stranger on a four and a half hour flight made me realize just that.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Hope,” she replied.

Enough said!

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60 thoughts on “Arrange Me

  1. I absolutely loved the second half of this. <3

  2. hey, totally off subject, but some of you are in chigaco. right? i just read a rather disturbing article on line. but as it is online, i don’t trust the source. could anyone do me a huge favor and go to the islamic circle of north america in chicago and see if they have issues a booklet that says among other things : “evil sovereignty of beings other than Allah is wiped out.” and “un-Islamic government must be sincerely hated and despised for the pleasure of God and the upholding of Tawheed.”

  3. Alright, Faiza! This has gotten boring fast. Can you put up another one? I personally don’t give three shits about Lily or Hope. Don’t give a rat’s ass if Patsy’s a redneck, a blue neck, or a no-neck. Let’s keep them coming here. I’s just about to start snoring big time!!

    1. Hi Khalida, how are you doing?

      1. Uhhh….. who exactly are you?

        1. yeah that was me below. forgot my name again. i told ya. i’m losing my mind this time, this time i’m loosing my mind.

          i took the above anonymous to be mosli? anyway do you think faiza watched ken burns documentry on the civil war?

          1. Michael……. are you high? Why the f would she want to bore herself watching some crap like that? You joking?

        2. Oops, sorry. I did not realize my name was not up there.

      2. i didn’t think so either. just the title “arrange me” had me thinking at first it was another play on a song title. but i quickly dismissed her being a fan of nirvana, and most likely that song. although kurt claimed it to be a live affirming song about survival. so maybe.

        then the other day i was watching something on the civil war and a scene from burn’s documentry popped into my head. they were reading from a nurse’s diary and she said one of the dying guys said, “arrange me”. you know cross his arms over his chest and prepare him for burial.

        again probably not her intended referance either. although some of us consider weddings and funerals nearly the same ceremony. just silly things that pop in my head sometimes.

  4. So confused why your friend would want anything arranged for her. I hate that my dad and uncles always feel like they could choose my friends and my studies and all that shit. It’s not their life. She’s obviously lived a really free life and that’s why she wants some restrictions now. But if she lived a day in my life she would be dying to have that freedom back.

    1. Patsy does not see the big picture. She really can’t identify with what goes on behind closed door … you’ve got to be there to understand.

  5. I think your writing is phenomenal and you are a great talent dear. Keep up the good work and continue to move forward. You’re going to make a dent in this world 🙂

    1. Absolutely so.

    2. I agree 🙂

  6. I am a redneck who was married to my so-called, “high school sweetheart,” for more years than I should’ve been. When we got divorced I gave up on ever finding anyone again. I figured, I’d had enough to last me a life time. A couple of years later my aunt arranged a meeting between her best friend’s newly widowed son, and me. We didn’t hit it off right away, but after a few movies, and a couple of dinner dates, we felt like we had known each other for years. I’ve been married to that man for 20 years now and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather end my life with other than him. So, ladies and gents, sometimes the arranged way isn’t the worst way to go.

    1. That’s very nice and I am happy for you. However, your aunt introducing you to someone is not the same thing than your parents forcing you to marry the first chap that agrees to the business transaction. Women are not merchandise that need to be ‘disposed’ off before the cut off date.

      1. I agree with Mosli 100%

        1. Really? Well then both you and Mosli obviously haven’t understood what I was meaning. Faiza here says her daddy “introduced” her to gentlemen every week, but he didn’t “force” her to marry them. Mosli said, I was introduced to my husband, not arranged. The meeting was arranged, that’s how we were introduced. We didn’t meet on our own. If Faiza ends up liking one of the men that come by for these meetings, then it’ll be because she has freely agreed. Obviously this has been going on for some time now and she’s still single, therefore, no one is forcing her to marry anyone. They’re just playing matchmakers, like soooo many of us do. Also, aren’t the dowries like back-up money for the bride? The family ain’t selling her, and if they are I haven’t gotten that impression whatsoever. In any case, everyone has their culture and their way of thinking. Who died and left us as judge and jury over them?

          1. Dowry is for the bride and yes nobody is forcing Faiza to marry anyone here. But I never hear her say anyones forcing her to marry anyone. I think it’s more of forcing her to meet the guys but hell I would take that over my dad forcing me to study what he wants me to.

          2. Apparently, you haven’t read about the losers she was “introduced” to!

          3. Honey, I don’t know about you but I have needed to be “arranged” to meet up with losers. Those come by a dime a dozen. But I’m sure every couple that has been arranged in your culture haven’t regretted it. You guys are just focusing ON the “losers,” and that ain’t really very fair.

          4. I meant that I haven’t needed to be “arranged” to meet up with “losers.” Typo

          5. I think her writing reflects the hardships of being a Muslim here in America and really struggling with finding true love. I mean everything is so free and liberating in the States and it’s not that way for us. It’s not an easy upbringing.

    2. patsy, i think your (and lily’s) concept of “arranged” is more along the lines of you were “set up with” or just a simple “blind date.” maybe you don’t understand the pressure that can be brought to bear by a minority community trying to retain their culture in america. so arranged may not necessarily mean forced, although it very much can, but it may mean what is expected of you? pressured if you will? and cultural and even worse, family pressure maybe the most intense kind there is?

  7. Only one phrase comes to mind: the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Apparently, Lily lives in this fantasy land called, Theory.

    Josh, you need to give some serious thought to your “pros” Not very realistic.
    1. Your parents will find the right one? Really? I guess Faiza’s parents were not quite on the mark. Is it just her parents, you think?
    2. …. a stable relationship: “Keep your mouth shut and do what you are told” Is this what you consider a stable relationship?
    3. “you are likely to develop a close relationship…” Really, is that possible when the autocrat rules the roost and you have the right to his opinion and must obey?
    4. “your parents may not disapprove of you mate…” however, they will put you down if he complains or disapproves of your actions. You will be the guilty no matter what the circumstances are.
    5.”…the excitement of the unknown?” How about being terrified of the unknown?
    6. “You are more likely to know what’s expected …” Yes, of you: serve and obey your all mighty master and keep your mouth shut.

    1. Well put!

    2. Great point!

  8. Love your writing. Keep up the great work xoxoxoxo

  9. I love your writing Faiza and you’re such an inspiration to single Araby girls everywhere. You understand what it’s like to be single and have everyone push you to marry and have kids. It’s so hard and it’s so annoying. You make it comical and you make people laugh and appreciate your position and their position. I love your website. I love your work. I love you. Keep up the great work and please continue to do what you’re doing. Don’t let anyone stop you.

  10. LMAO that’s all i can say about this entry. You’re writing is superb!

  11. I think Lily is right in a way. Sometimes you get tired of meeting the wrong guys and wasting your time on them. When dating fatigue hits, arranged marriages begin to look good! But not the kind where you’re forced. The kind where you’re given a choice like Faiza’s dad did with her. I absolutely love this blog!

  12. You’re the sexiest girl on IG Love your blog and I’m a guy 😉 Hit me up

    1. Yeah because she’s going to be attracted to some guy stalking her IG page. Take a hike dude.

  13. I think this is one of your best posts. I love that you really argued both sides with your friend and the ending :-O Loved it! Great work.

  14. Pros and Cons of arranged marriage

    *You don’t have to worry with making up your mind, finding the “right” one, or other such indecision and pain that comes with dating.
    *Stability. They tend to be long-lasting and more stable.
    *You’re likely to develop a close friendship as well as a love relationship (with time, of course).
    *You never have to worry about your parents (or his) disapproving.
    *The excitement of the unknown (& uncontrollable)
    *You’re more likely to know what’s expected of you up front.

    *You have no choice (obviously)
    *Love may take awhile to develop.
    *There is the element of risk (he may not be right for you)
    *You can’t date beforehand to look for a partner (since your parents take care of that)

    1. well said

      1. Beans!

    2. Not all arranged marriages are more “stable” as you say. I know so many that aren’t “stable” financially or emotionally. He’s verbally abusive to her and she’s verbally abusive to him. Marriages where he won’t allow her to work so she could stay at home and take care of their kids and so they struggle financially. It’s not easy. I think eliminating the arranged part might give both people a better chance of finding suitable partners.

      1. Hey Confused… don’t be confused about this….. marriages don’t have to be arranged to be unstable! In 2012, 2.4 million couples divorced in America alone. I doubt they were all arranged. And let me tell you something….. I’m anti-marriage ALL THE WAY!! My parents are frustrated as f, but the day I get married will be a loooooonnnnggg cold rainy Sunday in July!!

        Okay, so….. not everyone is happy, or the men refuse to let the women go out and work in order to keep them home on a short leash. Is that strictly an Arab-Muslim-arranged marriage shit? NO, IT’S NOT!! That happens in many regular run-in-the-mill marriages. Born again Christians see their husbands like their lord and masters, because they Bible says that’s the way its supposed to be. Mid-20th century America found women who dreamed of doing nothing more than getting married, keeping house, taking care of little Johnny and Sue, and keeping their husbands happy.

        Marriages either work or they don’t!! Not every arranged marriage is a success and not every “love match” is a success. Its a toss of the dice people – arranged, or not!

        1. K-Money, you remember the Promise Keepers? the feminist were giving them shit back in the nineties for their whole, “man is the head of the household” and “take back” their leadership role.

          yeah not just an arab or muslim thing. my mother to this day still bitches that my dad wouldn’t let her work. but they got married in the 50s and she had 5 kids in 7 years (she’s a devout catholic). dad may have been right. not economically feasible to pay someone to look after the kids. working shouldn’t cost ya money. and she seems to conviently forget that she did go back to work for like all of one year once the baby of the family, your’s truely, was in 8th grade and i had plenty of older siblings to chauffer me places. but i guess she didn’t find the workforce as fun as she thought it would be after a 20 year absence. lying around all day watching soap operas seems to have taken root. lol.

          1. MICHAEL! Do you know that I was waiting to pick up my BigMac meal at the local Micky D’s drive-thru, when I thought of you? I said, “Where the F8%K is Sir Michael of Tarth? I better email his ass as soon as I get home!” Checked the site and here you are. Low and behold!! I was hoping you were okay. I miss your bantering when you’re not here bitching about this and demeaning that. BTW, you watch Game of Thrones?

          2. Khalida of the House Mansur, First of your Name, Sword of Faiza, Killer of Bears and Badgers, and Ruler of The Great Lakes.

            Of course My Grace. I was going to ask you if you had seen the wedding at the Two Towers after you got back from Lebanon. Don’t recall what side tracked me? Winterfell is not doing well. But the little Lord’s pwer may redemn them all. Or is Aria gonig to take control? The whole thing seems to be setting up as some sort of feminst uprising. I think that slut from House Terrell will kill Geoffrey in his sleep and the Red Witch along with the Mother of Dragons will unite the Seven Kingdoms to fight the white walkers. Fire and Ice is the opening song, should be fire vs ice. Anyway, Lord Balor’s bastard is a real bastard. Please don’t Theon Greyjoy me, no matter what i do.
            Not only did I watch it I rewatched it this weekend while dog sitting for a friend. Speaking of HBO (Hell’s Box Office to the evangelicals) have you checked out True Detective? I love Matthew McConaughey’s character. He is a true pessimistic nihilists, warms my heart. I swear this by the old gods and the new.

          3. Sir Michael of Tarth! You are worth your weight in platinum! Have to give you that because you’re damn well worth more than gold, that’s for sure!!!
            Yuck……. please… Me Lord…. I was in Syria……. NOT Lebanon!! Big difference. We’re not into walking around speaking the conquered language aka French. We speak ARABIC because we’s A-RABS!
            Actually, I laughed my ass off, well, almost anyway…. when I watched the wedding. If I could’ve given Walder Frey a medal, I would’ve. That stupid horse’s arse, Robb Stark got exactly what he had coming for being the dumb ox he was. A man’s word is a man’s word. He welched on his oath. He deserved what he got, actually Frey let him off easy! I would’ve skinned him alive, poured oil on him, and lit him up like a torch at midnight! But…. that’s just lil ole me.
            I’m a House Lannister fan, in case you haven’t noticed.

          4. sorry, must have gotten your multiple international globetrotting TRIPS mixed up in my alcohol addled brain. i wasn’t calling you lebanesse. i kno ya wood have my balls for dat fo sho. you about tooK that one chicks head off when she said lebanesse people are cool after you said you got back from baalbek. quess you weren’t sitting stareing at that roman wall last trip, with the old neighbor trying to get ya hitched. i guess i get no pictures of the temple to bacchus? oh well.

            WHAT? lannister. the dwarf is cool and they are starting to turn jamie in to a more sympathetic character. grandpa is a badass, i’ve always kindof liked him. but he has created monsters. and the inbreed boy, come on now. i think the old lion is going to marry the old rose, unite the two riches houses.

            robb fucked up royally, no doubt. he should have just kept the nurse chick on the side. and why didn’t john snow just ask egret to come with him? having to have to do that with your mouth is still better than two arrows to the chest. 😉 but you gotta love the house stark. and just remember……WINTER IS COMING.

          5. Class is about to begin, but I did want to clarify what I had said. No, you’re 1000% correct, Sir Michael. I was sitting in the Bekka Valley with that stupid wall across from my window. LOL. But we since Homs is not far from there I always refer to it as Syria, when in fact it is Lebanon. I don’t hate the country. I just think the people are lame, among a few other things I won’t post here for lack of time. Winter is coming, huh? Until then……… professor just walked in…… and…….. Sir Michael…….. the Lannister’s send their regards!!

          6. thanks, i thought i was losing my mind.

          7. Is this you, Sir Michael? And if it is, no… its more like I was losing mine.

  15. Arranged marriages secures everyone a partner. Maybe if we all just shut up about all this love shit and just got married, there wouldn’t be so many single people, or pregnant women out of wedlock, and abortions and all that.

    1. WTF?

    2. What a werido… this is the dumbest comment I’ve ever read.

    3. Is this the ghost of Billy Graham spewing out a shit load of “wisdom” from beyond the netherworld?

      1. lmao smart girl

    4. What a gem you are!

    5. What a strange and awkward thing to say. I can almost hear a pin drop by the time I reach your last sentence. Eww

  16. I felt every bit on what your friend Lily was feeling. I’ve been dating on and off for literally six years now and I’m not anywhere near getting married. It’s a hard process.

    1. Very great post Faiza

  17. Best post so far. I know I always say that but this is the best. Hands down. So much heart and soul in it.

  18. WOAH! this one is really really interesting. Great post doll. I think that arranged marriage is a tricky subject because if parents just arranged meetings and didn’t try to force the marriage after the meetings maybe things would be so much easier. It’s so much pressure and so much guilt thrown on you.

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