He still remembers the first time he saw your name on his screen — just a stranger from far away, an ocean between your worlds. But the more you talked, the less that distance mattered. His voice became your comfort, your laughter became his peace, and before either of you knew it, love had made its quiet home in your hearts. For two years, you carried each other through every sunrise and storm, until the day he told you, with a steady heart and a burning soul, that he wanted you — truly, fully, forever.

You spoke to your family, your voice trembling with both hope and fear. But your father hesitated, your brother looked away. When you told him, his heart clenched. He was quiet for a while… but then he said only one thing: "I won't let anyone stand between us. You're mine, and I'll prove it."

Days passed. Then one evening, the street outside your house erupted with the rumble of engines. You rushed to your window and your breath caught. Over twenty-five black G-Class cars filled the road like a royal procession. At the front, a silver Rolls-Royce Ghost gleamed under the fading sun. Loud Iraqi music roared through the night — defiant, wild, and full of love, which might be translated as:

"I swear I’ll come get you in the dead of night, my love. I’ll take you with me — let’s see which one of those men’s got the guts to say something."

And there he stood. Not behind a screen, not in a call — but in front of your home, eyes only on you. Just like he promised, he had come for you. He would marry you. He would make you his. And not a single soul would stop him.