Why are you always late?

“You’re always late!” Amna blurted out angrily. “Why is that?!” “You mean he isn’t here?” “That’s right, Randa. He isn’t here.” She’d talked to me a lot about Aziz. Once she said, “Since you’re like my own daughter, I can’t help thinking about your future, and I’ve decided you need a husband like Aziz. Now to tell you the truth, I’ve talked to him about the idea, too. I said to him, ‘You need a bride as sweet as you are, and I’ve got the girl for you. Her name is Randa!’” “Whoa! Take it easy now, Auntie! One of