Chapter Twenty-Six
“Would it have been easier for you if I’d converted when we got married? Like, temporarily?” I ask while we’re getting undressed that night.
No more games these days. Ever since the morning we agreed that now was where we are, we have been sleeping in the same bed.
He grumble-laughs and says, “That is not the way my religion works, and though I am obviously not the most traditional Muslim, I would not want you to convert unless you sincerely wished to take Allah in your heart.” He regards me after he’s done taking off the last of his clothes. “Tell me, Prin. Do you truly wish to become religious now as an antidote to your upbringing?”
I consider his question and decide I do not. Between the Jahwar restrictions on women and the reportedly judgmental Christianity of my
