Why do we fight interacial marriages?

They make the rest look and feel ordinary. Tough luck for those who can't handle it.
They met at university; He sat next to her and their journey to life and the struggles of bigotry started. He came from Africa a poor mans first son from the second wife who struggled to get a scholarship for his son to study medicine. At first he was placed to study veterinary but he changed his luck into studying medicine. For him it was better to go back home than study a subject that limited his ambition. He had always been a leader in his school, in fact one of the best through effort; he was smart with people too. His mother worked hard to bring up her kids and he would help her sell the food she cooked at the market booker.

She was a daughter of a middle class family in Russia. She was the second child to 3 girls and for a long time before the last-born arrived was the apple of her fathers eye. Her father let her get away with literarily anything. She was also an A student.

They started dating despite the constant efforts of the university members of the staff and students to pull them apart. At one point they did separate when he went back home to see his parents. She loved him so much that when he came back all he saw was a shadow of the full bodied woman he left. She got so skinny that he couldn’t believe that someone could love him so much. His fellow course mates would try persuading him to leave her with words such as she is arrogant and wicked but he didn’t see that, all he saw was a gal who loved him.

They decided to get married; she went home with him to see her father. Her father had a heart attack not being able to accept that his beloved daughter would choose to be with an African and not a Muslim like the family she came from. Her father rejected their relationship and that plunged her into despair. They left back to school, got married and for 6 months before the birth of their first child he wouldn’t get in touch with them. The start to them getting back was her older sister who sat as a mediator to speak with their father about bringing them back and embracing the man and child who was yet to be born. The damage was already done to the relationship between father and daughter as not just them were against their union but the university staff who constantly looked for ways to separate them. They would make her struggle with completing her studies. Her hubby wouldn’t bulge an inch and with every effort of his difuse their antics. He would sleep in train stations when on trips to bring in goods for sale to keep his family intact. He would hire a nanny for the kids so that his wife would be able to pass her exams and fight the deans of the faculty to back off him and her. He was her hero, he became everything to her; her father, her brother, her friend, her life. He was a hot man and hot to everyone who would attempt to hurt his family. They reconciled their differences both with her family and the institution. They graduated and left in honour. But the storey didn't end there......to be continued.