AAHIL
I can’t convince Mama to drop this plan. I don’t think I want her to be convinced. But Amal doesn’t want to go and I’m not sure being alone with her would be an intelligent idea.
I’m a red-blooded male after all. And I can only take so many cold showers before I get tired.
Dammit, I shouldn’t be thinking about that stuff in front of my parents.
“Call Amal,” Mama is furious. “She must’ve planted the idea of not going in your head. I don’t understand what you see in her, Aahil. We could’ve looked for a better wife for you. Someone who practised moderate Islam and had fairer skin.”
I can’t help but feel irritated. “She’s perfect just the way she is. And I wish you would respect her. If not for her sake, then for mine.”
My parents share a long look. Then Dad speaks up. “We notice t
