I Am A Muslim, Was Set To Marry MFM Christian Love Of My Life, Then My Family Brought Wahala
Some years ago, when I was still a Muslim, I wanted to marry a Christian lady. She was everything a man could pray for in a woman. Since I wasn’t deeply grounded in Islam, I decided to explore Christianity. But coming from a Muslim home, you have to ease into it because telling a Muslim family that you’re becoming a Christian can be very risky.
Ironically, my mother would occasionally visit churches whenever she heard about a pastor performing miracles, but my late father and my four elder sisters are deep Muslim.
Back to the story: I loved this lady dearly. I was her first boyfriend. She was an accounting graduate, had a good job, was beautiful, decent, and a devoted MFM member. She introduced me to her church, and I loved it. For the first time, I found a way to pray to God without feeling burdened by ablution. In Islam, you must perform ablution and maintain your prayers consistently before feeling worthy enough to ask God for anything. But in Christianity, I felt I could simply pray, and I felt fulfilled. I was ready to become a Christian and marry her.
At the time, my mother lived with me. She knew this lady was good for me. She knew I loved her. Yet she decided to play the religion card.
Once the family heard I was planning to marry a Christian, everything changed. Even my younger brother, who hadn’t stepped into a mosque in five years, suddenly remembered he was a Muslim. Everyone turned against me, and in no time, I had to let the lady go.
It broke me.
She got married about a year later, while I spent several years without another relationship. I made sure I became a full Christian. If for no other reason, it was partly to prove a point to my family: I may not have married her, but here I am; a Christian. Do your worst.
Then something interesting happened.
About two to three years later, when I still hadn’t brought another woman home, my mother started telling me almost every day how much she regretted letting that Christian lady go. She would sing her praises, talk about how good she was, and remind me what a decent woman my Christian ex girlfriend had been.
That is family for you.
Would you blame me for ending the relationship, or would you blame my family?
The lady had already seen all the signs that my family didn’t welcome her, yet about three years later, the same people wished they had acted differently.
What I learned from that experience is that families sometimes care so much about us that they begin to see us as a prize that can always attract a better bidder. It’s like owning a precious stone you think is worth ₦100,000. Then someone comes along and offers ₦500,000. Suddenly, everyone around you starts insisting it’s worth ₦1 million.
NAIRALAND
