If we weren’t Muslim, the way I met my wife would have been described as a blind date.

As it is, it was tagged as an arranged marriage. But I can live with that. We arranged to meet at the registry office.

Twenty-three years on, I can see how we might have done things differently. But there we are. Call it a whirlwind romance.

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