Now interestingly enough it’s been freezing and raining. Why is it such a big deal? Coz this is Durban… It’s obviously a first – time thing here. As miserable as campus is I’ve been staying indoors like any sensible individual. So while in a piano room (TRYING to learn to play again) I had a phone call from a friend who posed an interesting question. What happens if you fall in love outside your religion? (BE WARNED: This is where you see some of my regrettably “mushy” romantic side)
All of us, at some point (don’t even TRY to deny it, if I’ve done it at some point, so have you) we’ve all marvelled at inter-racial and inter-religious couples. How do they manage? They go through a lot of criticism, yes, but isn’t that tedious? Through all the different conflicts and clashes and misunderstandings they’re bound to have, will they pull through?
And ironically enough a close friend of mine asked me the same thing…whether he was asking me seriously or not I’m not sure…But anyway
WARNING: UNCHARACTERISTIC ROMANTICNESS AHEAD….
My answer would be yes, if it was true love they would. Take me and the guy that asked me this, Irshaad, he and I are different. He’s a Muslim and I’m a Hindu. That in itself is a problem right there according to religion if we were to start dating. I said IF, stalkettes, IF. (Anyway another thing I don’t mean to be racist or discriminative, this is just my opinion, remember?) His family would want a Muslim girl and mine would want a Hindu boy. Problem begins with family. Next problem would be our traditional dress. (And I’m not 100% sure on this; this is just my knowledge in general) I would be wearing traditional “outfits” with beadwork, jewellery and bangles, kohl and possible make-up emphasizing my face, my hair long and open and possibly mendhi on my hands. He would have a problem, not with mendhi (Fatz? I’m right, right?) But with everything else. He would want me to be conserved and well kept. Problems continue as our religion requires us to do certain things, prayers and fasts. So problem among problem, among problem. But, again, the question arises: How would they/we manage?
Simple answer. If it was true love, it wouldn’t matter. When you’re with someone their race or religion doesn’t matter, nor how they look or what they wear. All that is just arbitrary. Love has no race or religion. Love is love. It’s not planned and it can’t be categorised, named or discriminated against. All that would matter is that you fell in love with that person for who they are, not what they do. Their personality is what matters the most that will tell you how you feel about them. Somewhere along the line, yes, there will have to be a compromise, but it will be mutual. Personally I wouldn’t care. I’d love him no matter what and I would be willing to do anything to be with him. And he for me. Now don’t ask me the definition of love, that’s for everyone to decide for themselves but yeah. Next time you see a white girl and an African guy or whatever don’t immediately jump to the “Top-Deck” thing and start all that nonsense. They’re together and they’re happy. No one else matters to them. Why does it matter to you if you don’t know what it feels like?
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