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Originally Posted by Ayooshi
Asalamu Alaikum,
Every girl has a story similar to that. 
Allhamdulilah that i'm not part of that crew.
Fi AmanAllah |
I was standing on the sidewalk of 29th street when this brother that had a table(you know how in nyc people sell stuff on the sidewalk, he was one of those ppl) walks up to me and says "somebody wants to know if youre married" and i was like "no, im not...who wants to know?" and he said "hes hiding in there *points to desi restaurant* you wanna see him???" and i got really scared because he looked like he was gonna call him out and i screamed "NOOOO! no its okay. id ont wanna see him!" and hes like "no its okay..he wont come near you. hell just peak out halfway" so he gestured to the guy to come out a little, and it was like this tallllllll white guy that looked like his one hand was the size of my entire body...and then hes like "can he have your parents number?" and then I said "um..can i ask my mom first?" and i called my mom and said "some guy just proposed to me and he wants your number..can i give it to him?" and she said "dont give out our number! ask him for his, and tell him ill call him myself" so then i got his number and a few days later my mom called him and hes like "Im half french and half south african" (to my mother this translates to "i am not human because i am not desi") so then my moms like "ok..so what do you do? how much education do you have?" and hes like "I did high school...Im a merchant." and my mom was like
she said no, obviously. and what sucks is that after that I would ALWAYS see this guy at the masjid. And Id be really embarassed...and then one day like 6 months later he made that same book stand guy ask me if he got rejected because he's not pakistani. I was like
why on EARTH would you ask someone that question?!