I used to think that women, like me, were guilty of being non-selective when it came to choosing a mate. That any warm body that paid us a little attention…
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He kissed me on the lips and told me the sorts of things an insecure girl longs to hear. “I would bring you to Iran with me. I would love…
Hakim’s niece was about to marry a Persian boy she’d met at school. She’d done things right, however, unlike some of her cousins. She hadn’t fallen in love beforehand. She’d…
