It’s 2024. My 6'4", fireman husband comes home from a long day of work and saving lives, only not to find me because I’m too busy preparing my campaign for UN Women and finishing my report as a public affairs advisor for Westminster.
He cooks dinner – chicken chow mein noodles and my fav Sudanese dish 3aseeda be mula7 rob – and patiently waits for me to come home. Exhausted, I take my supplements since I’m 12 weeks pregnant with our daughter, Nidal (نضال).
During dinner, we discuss the subtle scientific revelation in the Quran and our long term plan to dismantle white supremacy, only to retreat to our bedroom where we passionately make love for 6 hours on end.