My name is Mona, and I’m 23 years old.
I’m writing on behalf of a person who is very dear to my heart.
The heroine of my story, is a 34-year-old female.
Unmarried, beautiful, highly educated with a PhD, well-mannered, and open-minded.
Her major sin, which she will keep paying for throughout her life, is that she is over 30 and unmarried.

And so, society will keep on torturing her for it.
As if she is responsible for crafting her our own luck and naseeb [fate] with her own hands!
Her boss thinks to himself: “Why is she still single?
A beautiful woman like her.
Maybe she’ll accept being my mistress or second wife.
Surely she is in desperate need of a husband and won’t have many demands.
She’s probably dying to catch the fast passing marriage ‘train’, waiting to jump aboard the second an opportunity presents itself.”

Gossiping coworkers: “I bet she is hiding a dangerous secret.
One that makes her keep men away.”
Or “She must be mentally ill, a nerd, insane, an extra complicated introvert, or she must have lost her virginity to someone.”

Some so-called friends advise her: ‘Take care; wrinkles are on their way.
Try to get married by any means possible.
Give up some of your marital rights.
Men run away from aging women.
Hurry before it’s too late!”