I was a Sergeant in the Marine Corps when Muna and I met. I was working at the US Embassy in New Delhi, India. She was attending college there.
We met at a party. She was hanging out with her friends; they were all drop-dead gorgeous … I mean BEAUTIFUL! These were not your typical pretty Black women; something was different about them. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but I knew I hadn’t seen beauty like this back in my hometowns of Topeka or Denver.
I was young, dumb, and full (well, you know the rest,) so I wasn’t scared to strike up a conversation. Talking with the ladies, I learned that they were all from the African continent. There was Messai, from Ethiopia; Phyllis from Nigeria, and Hiba and Muna, both from Somalia. SOMALIA …
I know this is a generalizing statement, and I shouldn’t stereotype people, but it’s true … whether they are 5 or 105, I have never seen an ugly Somali woman. And, I have never seen a Somali woman as beautiful as my Muna.
She never seems to age. With every passing year, I lose a little more hair on my head, and I gain a few more wrinkles on my face … meanwhile, she’s still looking like she did when we first met, over 16 years ago. I think it’s kind of cool, because people look at me like I’m the old-man-stud with the young hot mama. (They don’t know she’s actually a year OLDER than me!)
I’m a pretty lucky guy … Muna has put up with a lot of my crap for the last 12 years we’ve been married. Being a military spouse is tough.
It’s not just tough because of the military lifestyle that spouses must adopt (often at the risk of establishing their own identity,) but it’s tough because military members travel … a LOT. This means that chances are high that spouses and children may not have the military member at home to celebrate a certain holiday or special occasion.
In today’s case, 3 March marks the day Muna and I were married 12 years ago.
During that time, I think I’ve been out of town (away from Muna) on 7 of those 12 years. That’s not a good average . Sure, I always try to call or send a nice gift or something to let her know I remembered (when I actually DO remember,) but I’m sure if you ask her, she’d rather I be home instead.
Soon, I will be.
To a great mother, my best friend, and the love of my life, Happy Anniversary, Muna!