"Can you... marry my brother?"

"Your brother, Ibrahim? But... Isn't he married?" I recall the conversation we had before.

"He was, but he is divorced now. He has a kid, Hairah. Ali is only one."

I can see tears brimming in her desperate eyes.

"Why would you suggest me?"

"Because I know, only a heart like yours cannot refuse to give Ali a mother."

I try my best to keep my breath and body calm.

Divorced. A kid. Not everyone's fairy tale prince.

But she wills to be a mother to an innocent motherless child.