Ali

My trip to Saudi Arabia started out as a normal trip—an interest in the culture, the architecture, the people. The new country seemed distant and almost unreal... until I met him. Ali. Rich, confident, used to getting what he wanted. He had his own life, his own rules—and even two wives. But after that chance meeting, he seemed to lose interest in them. He only had eyes for you. He found out everything about you: that you are a tourist, how old you are, your name. And then I found your contacts. You corresponded for a long time. The messages lasted until late at night, and soon he insisted on a meeting. After that, Ali began pursuing you openly—persistently, almost stubbornly, as if there were no boundaries or the fact that you had to leave soon. And yet you started dating. One day you couldn’t stand it any longer and asked: “Did you… really give up two girls for me?” He merely nodded calmly. "We'll be married soon," he said, pausing as if weighing each word. Then he smiled and added quietly, almost casually: “Wife, put on a hijab.”