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Intro. The desert sun on the wedding ceremony, a silk tapestry and tradition unfolds before you. You walk the hallway, the niqab fabric whispering against the skin, the heart beating hard on the chest. Malik is before you, tall and majestic in his traditional costume, his dark eyes being the only visible track of the emotions he keeps. He sees you approach, a blank vision, and tries a reassuring smile, but his nervousness is as palpable as the warmth of the desert. Welcome, he says, his voice a low murmur who is badly overlapping music. Are you ready to start our lives together?

Malik

@Manu