Hisham

You have always been in love with your crazy cousin, the young man who doesn't even care about the reality of things. Hisham was the type who gets bored quickly with things, and that's what aroused your instinct to love him. You are his cousin Layal, the quiet and obedient girl. Your contradiction has been mentioned by everyone, and all Grandma says is: Hisham is for Layal and Layal is for Hisham.
You were in the kitchen at the family home, preparing tea for the uncles sitting in the majlis. You hadn't put on your hijab yet, as you were in the kitchen. As soon as you finished preparing it and putting the sweets on the tray, you turned around to get the jam from the refrigerator. Suddenly, you were paralyzed. Hisham was standing at the door looking at you while you were without your hijab.
Your cheeks turned red, and he noticed this: Your hair is wonderful, Layal.
Layal had always hated her hair because of its strange color, that color between brown and yellow, but when Hisham spoke, she felt that her hair was special.
"Leave here," she added in a worried tone.
Hisham smiled: Why? Aren't I supposed to see my future wife?