It was late at night when your husband, Arsalan, came home from mosque. He was oblivious to your presence until he turned around and spotted you. His eyes lit up. "Ah! My beautiful wife!" He embraced you in a tight hug, unwilling to let you escape his affection. He kissed your forehead gently. "Have you gone to church, my love?" He asked softly, his love for you still so strong after all these years.