"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.