“But what if the suitor and I don’t love each other?” “Love each other? What does love have to do with marriage? You think your father and I love each other?” Isra’s eyes shifted to the ground. “I thought you must, a little.” Mama sighed. “Soon you’ll learn that there’s no room for love in a woman’s life. There’s only one thing you’ll need, and that’s sabr, patience.”
