So, earlier this month, when my husband presented me with two tickets to Paris, I had to hide my trepidation behind a wide smile. Had my anti-French rhetoric calmed down in the past 12 months enough for him to think France was a safe space for Muslims? Had he not read the recent article in Al Jazeera highlighting Frances state-sponsored Islamophobia and the subsequent violence that followed? Did my husband even love me? Why was he sending me into the belly of the beast and disguising it as a Romantic getaway?