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When I came home, my dad told me he had followed me in his car.
I was furious, but my parents were right to be suspicious. I was a rebellious teenager in the most brown way possible—a straight-A student, alcohol- and drug-free, enrolled in a million extracurriculars.
Working with a boy on a school project always required an explanation.
The exterior of Park 51—you may know it from scandalized media reports as “The Ground Zero Mosque”—didn’t look promising.
Park 51 was supposed to be a 13-story community center featuring cultural programming, classes, and a fitness center. But after several romantic disappointments and increased parental pressures, I’m beginning to accept that life would be better if I could find a culturally compatible mate.
Usually, I forward out the potential suitors to my four closest friends— collectively known as “The Committee for the Arranged Marriage of Sadia Latifi (CAMSL)”—to weigh in on the selection.
I reject guys who are too overweight or short or boring. Still, I’m more studied at the process of co-ed communication than most.