The burden on me to find a husband started very early. When I was about twelve years antique, I fell down stone stairs in Lebanon and hit my head on a pointy rock, leaving me with a scar on the top right of my brow. I don’t forget my mother’s maximum concern turned into: “What… Continue reading Essay about arranged marriage
Month: December 2022
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