Posted on 09/22/2013 2:52:22 PM PDT by Zhang Fei
I once lived in a harem in Afghanistan.
I did not enter the kingdom as a diplomat, soldier, teacher, journalist or foreign aid worker. I came as a young Jewish bride of the son of one of the country’s wealthiest men. I was held in a type of captivity — but it’s not as if I had been kidnapped.
I walked into it of my own free will.
It is 1959. I am only 18 when my prince — a dark, older, handsome, westernized foreigner who had traveled abroad from his native home in Afghanistan — bedazzles me.
We meet at Bard College, where he is studying economics and politics and I am studying literature on scholarship.
Abdul-Kareem is the son of one of the founders of the modern banking system in Afghanistan. He wears designers sunglasses and bespoke suits and when he visits New York City, he stays at the Plaza.
He is also Muslim.
I am Jewish, raised in an Orthodox home in Borough Park, Brooklyn, the daughter of Polish immigrants. My dad worked door-to-door selling soda and seltzer.
But none of this matters. We don’t talk about religion. Instead, we stay up all night discussing film, opera and theater. We are bohemians.
We date for two years. Then, when I express my desire to travel, he asks me to marry him.
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I did some work around 2000 with a former Delta operator who did child recovery work from Muslim countries, I got the feeling he didn’t much care what it took.
I think that’s why she’s telling her tale now. My goodness, the people on this website, that I have been coming to for almost 15 years, are now almost unrecognizable to me.
Rebellion is as sinful as witchcraft, and stubbornness as bad as worshiping idols. -1 Samuel 15:23
"Magic always comes with a price" - Mr.Gold/Rumplestiltskin
"Experience is the best teacher. But, if you can accept it second hand, the tuition is less." Moishe Rosen
Apologies for harshness.
In 1959 I could forgive a woman for being naive about such things. Now... no. But I’m sure even today many Western women involved with Muslim men would read this and scoff, “That’s not MY Muhammed... HE would never do that!” I remember just a month or so ago reading about some British model/actress who was planning to move with her Muzzie husband back to wherever he came from, and how wonderful it was all going to be, because “they believe in family”.... uh-huh.
At just about the same age and just about the same time, I fell for a Texas redneck! Thank you God! We are still as happy as that first day. :)
Yup. Most don’t.
I agree with you on both points.
-— He wears designers sunglasses and bespoke suits and when he visits New York City, he stays at the Plaza.-—
So he must be OK!
This kind of superficiality is common to every era, but it’s ironic for a self-described bohemian.
This sounds like the movie, “Not Without My Daughter.”
G1!
Dittoes......
Wondering if half the posters even read the complete story. All of this happened back in 1959 -— I was 9 years old, and hardly knew what an Afghanistan was not to mention a muslim. How much did anyone here in the States know about life over there? We had TV, radio and newspapers. Period. Young American women of 1959 were a heck of a lot different than the group out there now.
Oh yeah? So how do you explain such cases happening today?
But I have a friend who is muslim! /s
God has blessed this woman with a second chance. I’m glad she’s trying to impart some hard-earned wisdom on young impressionable women. I hope that those reading her story will recognize the truth of it.
Yes, this story reminded me of “Not Without My Daughter”. I remember in that movie, the wife thought they were just going to visit Iran, but then learned too late that the husband never intended to leave.
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