Age 18: 1980 – 81
I
am sent an application form for campus accommodation. Apparently, there are
four halls of residence on campus that will accommodate first-year students.
One of these is segregated; the males are in one wing and the females are in
the other. Most of the rooms in all the halls are for single occupancy, but
apparently a few are shared. The idea of sharing a room is not at all appealing
to me. On the application form, under ‘Any Other Information’, I write: ‘A
single room please, for religious privacy.’ Seeing my name, they will know that
I am a Muslim and they know that Muslims pray a lot, so they will definitely
give me a single room.
I
do pray to God not to put me in the
segregated hall; it will be harder to meet girls there.
Age 19:
1981 – 82
In September, my
parents drive me up to
All
the way up, I am praying and hoping not to be in the segregated hall. We arrive
on campus and I head for the Accommodation Office. The good news is that I have
been given a single room, for my ‘religious privacy’. And, since I’m clearly a
very religious person, they have put me in AK Davidson Hall, the segregated
one. Why, God, why?
I
am walking through campus with my parents and there are posters everywhere for
the ‘Freshers’ Disco’. My father says to me
earnestly, ‘Disco meh
nay jannah!’ (‘Don’t go to the disco!’). I think
happily that my father will be safely hundreds of miles away and he does not
need to worry about it.
Clutching
my papers from the Accommodation Office, I enter the foyer of AK Davidson Hall,
whilst my parents wait outside in the car. At the front desk, there is a girl
chatting with the hall porter. She is obviously not a first-year, as she is
very familiar with the porter and they are completely at ease with one other.
She
is absolutely beautiful; she has curly dark-brown hair, is of medium height and
has a fabulous figure. Her manner is energetic and she is utterly vivacious.
I’ve only been on campus for thirty minutes and I’ve already met the girl of my
dreams. I have arrived in