We reached for the same novel at the same moment. Omar let Farida take it — on the condition she'd tell him how it ends. She never did. He had to keep coming back.
Said over cold coffee in a noisy café on the Nile, and somehow it made everything else go quiet. From that day, every plan had two names on it.
A rooftop at sunset, one very nervous speech, and a ring that had been burning a hole in Omar's pocket for three months. The city lights applauded with us.
Two families becoming one, and a date circled in gold on every calendar we own. We'd love for you to be part of the page where it all comes together.