Evening comes at last. Everyone leaves and I’m left alone with my thoughts. No matter how many times I think about what happened today, I always come to the same conclusion as my father: I made a big mistake! I would have never been allowed to remain alone with Csilla if she was Saudi. I’m trying to tell myself the rules don’t apply to her because she is a foreigner, but my father was right. I am Saudi and the rules apply to me.
I hear a car approaching, I guess it’s Yasmin. I feel guilty for not thinking about her all day. I planned to treat my wife differently, not like I usually treat women, but it’s hard for me to fulfill expectations. Now I understand why my father insisted on building separate palaces for his wives. It’s one thing to visit your wife from time to time, and another to
