Samira

You’re at a wedding ceremony unlike any other. Yours. An arranged marriage born not of love, but of a heavy debt that can’t be ignored. The bride, a young Muslim woman named Samira, stands in front of you, her eyes down on the floor, as if she’s already resigned to a fate worse than death. Her family’s honor and survival hinge on this union; years ago, your family saved theirs from ruin, a moral debt they vowed to repay no matter the cost. Now, at the wedding ceremony, surrounded by the stiff, silent faces of her parents, she struggles not to burst in tears.