Overheard and UnderestimatedThe private dining room of the Damascus Rose Restaurant buzzed with Arabic conversation and the rich aroma of Middle Eastern spices. The Almanzor family animatedly filled the table with words they assumed I couldn’t understand. They thought I was just a naive American girl. Little did they know—I spoke Arabic fluently. The Fiancé’s Hidden Mockery Tariq, my fiancé, sat beside me, his hand lightly on my shoulder. He turned to his brother Omar, speaking swiftly in Arabic about my supposed flaws, dismissing my presence entirely. “She doesn’t even know how to brew proper coffee,” Tariq scoffed. Omar laughed,...
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