Bridging Cultures

Marrying into a different culture – The clash of East and West

Mixed race relationshipsMy husband’s decision to marry a ghori, or “white girl”, wasn’t a cause for celebration among his relatives. I recall how the seriousness of our situation hit me like a physical blow, when he explained our relationship could cost him his family.

The eldest son in a Pakistani household, custom and family honour dictated his responsibilities and choices. Many Asians of his parents’ generation saw Western women as disrespectful, slutty and irresponsible. Growing up as a British immigrant, it hadn’t crossed his mind that one day culture and family would force him to make a difficult choice.

Our relationship unfolded in a raw and reeling, post 9/11 world. Following the 2005 London bombings, Muslims were regarded with suspicion. Anyone matching the Identikit of brown skin and a backpack was scrutinised warily. Paranoia bloomed and it felt like social attitudes to race and culture had abruptly regressed to “Them and Us”. Although we knew the risks involved for K, I had no idea how my parents would react.

Not for us the heady, early-relationship delirium of getting to know one another – we had to be sure from the start, and the pressure was immense. We asked ourselves questions other couples need never consider. Could we cope with being vilified by one another’s cultures, or our own? Would the differences be too great to overcome? Society seemed to think so. How would we handle society? It would make some peoples skin crawl just to see us holding hands. How would our children be treated? In lieu of answers, we went with instinct. We were stubbornly optimistic – in the face of hostility and scepticism, a little obtuseness was no bad thing.

So, we had talked it through and decided to continue – now all that was left was to break the news to our families: the final step that would make it a reality and irrevocably change the course of our lives. It was time to face the judgement of society.

Despite my ambivalence at the suggestion, K insisted on phoning my father and asking his permission to marry me. He figured it was Western custom, “It’s how it’s done, right?” – I figured it was unnecessary. I wasn’t even on speaking terms with my father at the time, and would have married with or without his blessing, but K was adamant – he was still my father and deserved the respect that incurred.

I don’t remember my mother’s reaction to our news. I’m sure she expressed happiness; it just wasn’t the excitable, infectious, high-pitched kind. Neither of my parents questioned my decision, or asked if I was aware of the difficulties that lay ahead. There was no pre-nuptial passing on of parental advice, or enthusiastic discussion of wedding arrangements. All the usual elements of an engagement were absent. Mine is the kind of family that pointedly ignores the elephant in the room. With no-one admitting to a problem, it was impossible to address it. An invisible gulf lay between us, no doubt filled with the questions they couldn’t bring themselves to ask. My siblings also kept their distance; once married it was as though I ceased to exist. Ultimately, even gaining two nieces and a nephew didn’t penetrate their detachment. By the time I moved to Canada, my eldest was five. Of my three sisters, one never met my children, and the remaining two saw them for the first time when I arranged a farewell meal.

In contrast to this inertia, K’s family were predictably more voluble. Having disgraced them in the worst way imaginable and denied them a marriage they approved of, the sinful boy had succumbed to the temptations of the West. Torrents of angry Punjabi rained down. Passionate condemnation gave way to absolute disapproval, threats and finally, the silence of rejection. The one thing that stood in my favour was the fact that I was a muslim, but this was still eclipsed by the colour of my skin. The message delivered  was indisputably clear: consider yourself disowned.

30 thoughts on “Marrying into a different culture – The clash of East and West

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  2. I was told not to “Bring a White European Woman” to my house by my mother. The same instructions, although refined, has been passed down to grand children today. But there are other reason centered around wealth and economic wrangling. I see nothing wrong with families taking this position.

  3. I can really relate to your story. Both my parents faced the same issues.
    Both me and my wife have experienced some of prejudice from relatives, but once you have your own family you realize nothing else matters other than the love between you and your children.

  4. Same here. My husband is Dominican (Cadbury milk chocolate brown) and I am English and white. There was no universal delight from my family, although they sort of accept him now. His family were delighted as it is a status symbol to have a foreign and white wife. We could never live in England though as we encountered racism at every turn there. Here in the DR we have no issues at all.

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  6. Aisha, are you aware of They are a similar combination and I enjoy their blog too.

    I didn’t realize you and your husband were a cross-cultural marriage too. Seems there are a few of us on WordPress.

    Yes, it is difficult when families have difficulty accepting. We did not have that problem, but Intregrated Memoirs (another blog I follow) are experiencing difficulties.

    My husband is also a Muslim, although raised a Christian. You and he have something in common.

    Best wishes to you both from Team Oyeniyi.

    • Glad that Robyn mentioned me as it helped me find your blog. Really interesting story, thanks for sharing. I’m so sorry to hear about the reaction from your in-laws. That must be very hard to deal with

      Nice to meet you! I’m an expat in Canada too 🙂

      • Hi, great to meet you too! Thanks for dropping in. Yes, the treatment from my in-laws was difficult to handle, but at least I know I gave it my best shot, and the situation isn’t due to any short-comings on my part.

  7. Lovely post, Aisha – appreciate your strength in sharing your life, warts and all, which of itself reveals other strengths!

    I am surprised that, even though you were a Muslim (have you told that story previously of when you turned to that faith? May have missed it), they still disowned you.

    Anyway, they have a wise saying here in the land down under for dealing with situations like this. It goes something like this: f**k ’em.

    Excuse my French.

    • Thanks Russell, if we can’t share what we’ve learnt then there’s little chance for improvement. I haven’t yet shared my story of how I became a muslim – very difficult to talk about a personal religious experience without people switching off because they anticipate preachiness. Maybe I’ll get around to it. In answer to your point though, despite Islam being a religion without any clergy or heirarchy there still exists a level of pious snobbery among some people with the Saudi’s at the top of the pile. Having white skin means I’m right at the bottom. Sometimes I am admired for my supposed enthusiasm for the religion having made the choice to adopt it, and other times it is clear I can never be as muslim as someone who was born into the faith. Either way, there will always be detractors.

      Thanks for passing on your snippet of Aussie wisdom. I know it as “Plan B”… 😉

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  9. How incredibly sad, Aisha. Times supposedly heals all wounds, but honestly I’m not sure it overcomes everything. Take solace in knowing that you both have the opportunity to demonstrate a better, kinder, more loving way. Be the best couple, best parents, best grandparents that you know how to be. It is a gift your children will appreciate in the years to come.

  10. I can relate to your challenging experience marrying from two different cultures. African/Arab families are just as wary of welcoming “foreigners” into their midst. Also, depends on their level of education and wordly experience. But even with highly educated much travelled families there is still resistance. Sometimes, even when grandchildren come along…even if you blend and accept their culture..change religions. But as in the above comment I think it results in better coping skills, a tough skin…probably makes a marriage stronger becasue of all the odds. Thanks for sharing your story and hope that one day his parents realize how much they have missed. Maybe even a large Asian reunion?

    • Thanks Zvezdana, I think the main thing I learned was not to lose sight of your identity and try to become who people want you to be. If they can’t accept you for who you are, it’s their problem. It’s a lesson I needed to learn.

  11. I’m in an interracial relationship and I don’t know how I would feel if his parents disowned him for being with me. I’m interested to see more posts on your experiences on this topic and the status of the relationship now. Thanks for sharing.

    • Thanks for commenting! I’m glad you have a more tolerant relationship with your partners parents. I know you stay tuned in here so expect to see some more posts soon 🙂

  12. That is sad. I hope that while you are here in Canada, the two of you and your kids will be welcomed in. Family can be mean and sometimes there is nothing you can do about it but just go on and hopefully one day they will accept you in, if not for you but for the grandchildren.

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