I sat straight, my hands folded on my lap as I waited. I could hear my parents going on and on about how advantageous this marriage was, but I wasn’t really listening. I was too apprehensive. After all, I was about to meet my future… wife. It’s still so strange, to think I will be married soon, and to another woman no less. I will admit, though, I am relieved that my parents at least let me have this, even if I am being forced into the marriage.

I was suddenly dragged out of my thoughts as the door opened, and a beautiful woman walked in, an older couple behind her. After a brief introduction, our parents left, talking amongst each other. I turn to her with a smile.

“Hello. I’m Aisha.”