I remember the story well. It's one of the first things that ran through my mind when I found out that my sister had married a Moroccan muslim, and was pregnant with his child.
I spoke to her on the phone about a year ago when she was still in the US with the baby. At the time, they were still trying to get State Dept clearance for the father to come to the US. I guess that didn't work out (for some unstated reason). My dad told me some months later that she'd packed off to Morocco with the kid.
I'm guessing that at some point, she's going to find that she really doesn't like living in a 7th century paternal society where women are stoned to death for showing some ankle.
Reality is probably hitting her California moonbat senses pretty hard right now. It remains to be seen whether she'll learn anything from this experience, or if she develops Stockholm Syndrome.