Islam means “submit.” I’ve used the code of my adopted faith to accept, and turn, public opinion
GUEST COLUMN: REBECCA JONES *— When I met my husband, then-roommate, he was living in the basement of our shared student apartment. We became friends simulating Star Wars battles with toy light sabers and fell for each other watching a Ghostbusters marathon. Sheltered from the world, we seemed to have more similarities than differences.
To be quite honest, it still sits strangely when I hear people say I married a “Muslim man.” I feel like I fell in love with a boy who happened to be Muslim. That was almost 10 years ago.
But just because I fell in love, didn’t mean I fell in love with his faith.
* Rebecca Jones is a pen name requested by the author to protect her family from any potential backlash.