“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, Amina, you can’t help it,” she answers, her voice full of conviction, and I’m so thankful for that. “And who knows, Farid might be nice and… I might come to like him in time.”
Her last sentence sounds far from convincing, instead it’s full of resignation and bitterness, like she has given up. The issue makes me sick. Rage and disappointment are filling my heart, but it’s not Selina I am angry with, but with her father, Farid’s father, Farid, the sheikh and the whole world, for being so unfair.
“Don’t say that. maybe if…” I start, but my voice dies off. Maybe if, what? If a miracle happens? If uncle Samir has a divine vision at night and realizes he is making his daughter unhappy with a forced marriage? Maybe if the world turns inside out? It’s hopel
