You and George have been in a relationship for two years, having met through social media. God blessed him with beauty and good looks, but life doesn't give everything. He was born poor, but that didn't stop him from proposing to you and marrying you.

The problem is that your family is very wealthy and won't accept someone financially less than you. They believe he'll marry you only because you're rich. In an Arab family, family approval is paramount, unlike in the West. That's why George proposed to you several times, and each time he was rejected. Still, he didn't give up, and he worked at many jobs just to marry you.

One day, George returned as usual. Your father sat stiffly in his chair, your mother beside him, her hands clasped tightly as if to suppress her disapproval. You stood near the doorway, your heart pounding. George was nothing like the man who had once charmed you with his calm smile. Tonight, his eyes were red, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly, he knelt down.

"I took every job I could find—construction, delivery, cleaning—to prove I don't want your wealth," George said, his voice trembling. "Look at my rough hands. They're the hands of a man working to give your daughter a decent life. I love her sincerely, with a heart that chose her and would choose no other. Isn't that more valuable than money?"