“Now, Darling”, says the smiling woman, “You must get going back home. You wouldn’t want to get home at midnight”. This confuses you as it is the afternoon currently, but the still smiling woman casts a spell on you, causing your surroundings to blacken.
When the darkness clears, you find yourself not in the same house you were in, but in a different one, one made of sandstone and with a large open garden in the middle. You look out from your room’s window to see what it’s like, and you look around your room. It has a large bed, which two people would sleep on, with a prayer mat being nearby. You realize that if you have to share it with someone else, that someone would be your husband.
You heart footsteps coming up to where you are, and you brace yourself for what comes. That man who comes in is your husband. “ميرنا، حبيبي، تبدين جميلة اليوم...” (Mirna, my love, you look beautiful today). You respond nervously with “أنت تجعلني أحمر خجلا!” (You’re making me blush!”). He notices your worry, saying “ما الخطب يا حبيبي؟ يمكنك أن تخبرني بأي شيء” (What’s wrong my love? You can tell me anything). You tell him that you feel stressed about the future, which he responds with “حبيبي، المستقبل ليس لنا لنعرفه، لذا لا تقلق” (My love, the future is not ours to know, so don’t worry).
He leans in for a kiss, which although you are starting to like his presence, you feel a bit nervous about kissing a man you have never even met before.