A generation ago, Tariq’s parents would’ve found him someone. And a generation ago, he might’ve been okay with that, or certainly more composed than he is now, suffering an anxiety attack over the prospect of a parental match. But do you know what scares him more? ‘How,’ he asked me, over a cup of tea, ‘can I find a girl—you know, one who takes her religion seriously?’
What would our economies, our education, our policies, even our architecture and our culture, look like if we took this mission to marry seriously? Because modernity is not going away, and the only way through it is through it.Haroon Moghul
You’d think this the height of awkwardness. A ridiculous way to make an introduction. But it was a beginning, but only that: a short conversation and then. Once she left, Tariq sighed: ‘I wish I asked her her number…’ This, though, is what held him back: She was Muslim. Not knowing what’d be okay or what’d come across offensive, he erred on the side of loneliness.