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.