We park in the courtyard and I quickly walk towards the building. I hear some more cars arrive. One is probably my mother-in-law’s, the other is my mother’s. My wife didn’t hesitate to tell the family about her shameful treatment. These women can’t lecture me, so I think they will think of some other way. To be perfectly honest I actually feel ashamed to face my mother.
I rush up to the bedroom and get out of my clothes. The bed is a mess and the room is strewn with the tissues Yasmin left behind.
When I finish my shower I hear voices approaching. Someone is crying, another one admonishes her, a third one is reciting the Koran. It pisses me off that my palace is filled with such drama, so I quickly put on a T-shirt and a pair of cotton trousers and I rush downstairs. I’m planning to yell
