Tales of love and relationship often develop into nightmarish stories of brutality done into the title of Allah. You’ve seen her—the veiled, dark-robed woman into the checkout line at Wal-Mart or Target. She’s Muslim, you might think to yourself, most likely through the center East or Asia. But on better assessment, you find that she’s got blue eyes. A couple of strands of sandy hair that is blond out of her mind veil. Or perhaps she’s black colored and speaks with a distinctly American accent. She’s maybe maybe maybe not through the center East, you recognize, but from your garden!