For six months, I allowed myself to be mocked in Arabic by my fiancé and his family.

I smiled politely and pretended to be confused every time they laughed behind my back. But every word I heard shattered their polite masks—not because it hurt, but because it revealed exactly who they really were.

Rami wasn’t any better. In public, he was charming, attentive, the perfect fiancé. But in Arabic, he’d laugh with his cousins ​​and say things like, “She’s cute, but not the brightest.” And I’d be sitting right next to him, pretending I hadn’t heard a thing.

At that moment, I decided not to confront them yet. I wanted to wait for the perfect moment – ​​one they would never forget.

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