Lion Head Mesa there is a woman in Somalia

sim, she breathed. yes. i would like to be married. it is not out of the question for me.

her voice held no calculation, only clarity.

a family should begin with steadiness… with a man who stands beside you, not behind or beneath. a pause, her gaze tracing his features without lingering too boldly. i was raised traditionally. i still believe in those things.

she shifted the pelt slightly closer around herself, grateful for its warmth, for his warmth.

but don’t misunderstand, kemal, she added gently. i don't speak of these things often… but you asked what was on my mind.

a faint smile—small, sincere.

so i answered you truthfully.

then, quieter, almost thoughtful:

and you are a man who listens. there are not many of those left.