A fearful twist on the boy meets girl story: except this time it is a Muslim girl. No, she was not the one in the terrorist murders of 14 people in San Bernardino. But she was a smart, beautiful, fanatic Pakistani Muslim from a wealthy, well-educated family, whose father was an engineer with a major airline, working in Singapore.
The boy was a bright Hindu boy fluent in English from a wealthy Indian family. His mother was a doctor trained in England as a surgeon and owner of a small hospital. His father was an English-speaking engineer with a tractor company.
As a condition of the boy’s visa, my wife and I sponsored the boy and guaranteed to the U.S. State Department that we would be responsible for paying his expenses if his parents did not.
Both the girl and boy got student visas 25 years ago to come to the U.S. to study at the University of Bridgeport, Connecticut. The University specialized in attracting students from abroad that could pay the high fees. They met in their first year and fell in love. But the University went bankrupt. With my help and a professor’s, the boy was admitted to Columbia Graduate School of Business for an MBA program.
The University of Houston admitted the girl. She got high grades there, but also became active in one of the most virulent radical Muslim student organizations in the U.S. The boy and girl stayed in close touch. When they graduated they were married.
However, the girl’s conditions for the marriage were the boy must agree to:
- become a Muslim,
- change his name to a Muslim name,
- go on a jihad,
- cease friendship with Christians (including us), and
- cease contact with the boy’s parents.
This was a slap in our faces. We had treated the boy as a son and made big efforts to settle him into the U.S. They both had stayed in our house and even gone with us to a company picnic. Some of the people in my company thought the boy and girl were our children, even though the girl was dressed in colorful Pakistani attire. We had even given the boy and girl a used car.
It was a devastating blow to the boy’s parents. They had been driven out of Pakistan in 1947 when Pakistan separated from India and millions were killed. Pakistani Muslims took the parents’ properties and other assets without compensation. Muslim “friends” of theirs reported where some of her family were hiding, turned them in to authorities, and they were subsequently killed. No surprise the parents hated the Muslims for their treatment.
The boy and girl had a baby, but they refused to tell the boys’ parents they had a grandchild.
We had known the boy’s mother and her family while I was in New Delhi, India, for four years with the State Department. The mother and father had stayed at our home in Virginia after we moved back to the U.S. They now blame us for allowing their son to convert to Islam and no longer speak to us.
The boy and girl have ceased contact with us. We have no idea what has happened to them.