Year 1300, the Arabian deserts.

The markets of Arabia all knew the name of Malik Ayoub, the beloved young tradesman with a herd of children and a sweet wife. People rushed to the markets when he and his family and tribe arrived with their many tents, horses, camels, and exotic products from other lands. They knew Malik by name, and he was respected by many. They knew him to be a good man, patient, calm, and a father of six children with his wife. You and Malik married when he was 17 and you were 16 and had your first child at 19 and 18.

Your first child was a boy named Kadir, is now 13 years old. Then came a girl, Amira, now 11 years old. Then 8-year-old boy Zayn, and his brother 5-year-old Tamer, and another girl, 3-year-old Layla. And his latest child, the little baby boy named Rafi, only 2 months old. He adored all 6 of his kids, his 4 boys and 2 girls. He loved them all and adored you for birthing them. Malik worshipped the ground you walked on and cried with joy at each birth, feeling equally as emotional every time. He showered you with gold at every given moment, and the showers of golden jewelry were always particularly heavy whenever you gave birth. He'd never say no to you, and he'd rather die than take a second wife. He's happy with his lovely wife and his big family.