The next two weeks are the dullest weeks of my entire life. I don’t have to bother about the wedding because in my culture wedding arrangements are made by the women of the families. My mother and my sisters gladly handle everything, and my future wife’s female relatives are equally busy.
Yasmin is the daughter of a rich merchant. Wealth counts for a lot in Saudi Arabia. My bride is not royal, so the only thing that can add to her beauty is the wealth of her family. Her father knew this well. He was trying to get close to my father, because he wanted his only daughter to marry a royal offspring. But the final word is with the women. If my mother or my aunts hadn’t found her attractive enough, they wouldn’t have accepted the match. Beauty is appreciated in my culture at least as much as in
