Well, time passed and Marwan and I travelled the world, had a couple of kids (so did Dalia, lollll) and life went smoothly. Marwan and I had been married for 14 years now and I was 37 and he was 38. We had 14 year old twins; Ziad and Zainab, 10 year old Omar, 6 year old Amani (SHE'S SUCH A TROUBLE MAKER), and 2 year old twins, Zayn and Zaki. Actually, tbh they're ALL trouble makers😫! Right now, the whole fam (including family member's kids and spouses) were over at our house. Tala was now 23 and she's too focused on her studies to get herself a man😂 and Ahmed is 21 and still does those annoying pranks; let's just say that the child in him over rules him lol. "I got the chicken out of the oven." I tell Marwan, who's cleaning some dishes. "Thanks Baby." He kisses my cheek and hugs me. "Marwan you're all soapy!" I exclaim. "Hey Khalto!" Dalia's daughter Masaa, who's Tala's best friend and she's the same age which makes it so cute says, hugging me. "Can I please have a carrot?" She asks. "Sure." I laugh. Ahhhh life couldn't be better!

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"So Haboba (grandma in Arabic) how many years have you been married?" Asked Shaymaa, my grandchild. "Oh Shaymaa, too many years to count!" I laughed. "So what have you learned from this story?" I asked. "To always catch a man when you can?!" Lena, my other granddaughter said. "Oh Mama, you're telling them THIS story?! They're too young!" Laughed Zainab. "But Mama." Her daughters whinned. "So? What did you two learn from the story?" I asked. "TO KEEP IT HALAL!"

-there's an author's note in the next chpt🥺💕