Oh, girls. I read from whom some stories, but I think about myself. I myself come from a small town, and from the very beginning I knew that it would not be possible to find a normal peasant there. There is no work as such, the peasants can not earn anything normally, they do not have anything to do in their spare time, they drink, and they beat their wives. I've seen enough of this in my childhood, and decided that I want to get married, but go somewhere else.
I knew English well, even at school it was my favorite subject, and my mom persuaded me to find a tutor to know him even better, and I went to the neighboring city too, to learn a better language. I used my knowledge to the maximum, I talked to the network with different people - not only with men - on foreign websites. I wanted to find a way to leave here, even at work, even if I married.
And so I met one Arab on the net. We corresponded for six months, he told me so much all the beautiful .., and then he came. And he began to persuade me to marry. I have melted away from his attention, I never received this from my classmates and peers, although not plain-faced and not a blue stocking.
And Akram just covered me with attention and courtship. And I agreed to marry him. We registered at my house, Akram was involved in the necessary documents, I did not really understand everything - I was finishing the last year of the institute and I had to deal with the diploma.
The wedding took place six months after our meeting, as soon as I defended myself. And a week later we left for my new homeland.
It's been five years now. Yes, I'm married, I do not work, I have children, but I do not have any friends. The only opportunity to communicate with Russian-speaking girls is the site "Russian emirates". Akram does not like when I go out of the house, and does not allow me to invite someone to visit us. We talk only with his family, but I can not say that his relatives love me very much. I'm a stranger to them, although I accepted Islam at the insistence of my husband. And recently he said that he wants to marry again. I found a young Muslim woman, I once saw her, she's beautiful, girls, oh, beautiful ... And if you take into account that the husband's welfare is growing, and he can have four wives ... I did not expect this. I honestly did not even think that he could wish someone else to be his wife. I saw only admiration and only in my address.
And now I have a feeling that I live in a golden cage. I like everything that can be in the material plan, but here's happiness ... there is no sincere happiness. My soul is my children, whom I am not even allowed to bring up the way I would like to raise them ... And I also understand that I can not go anywhere, even if I want to, because my children will never be given to me .. .