Alea must take responsibility to help her family by getting an arranged marriage in Morocco. Landing in Morocco from New York she begins to prepare for the wedding. "That's 4 dirhams miss." The market man says. She reaches in her pockets but can't find her money. "Sorry I don't have any money." The man grunts and helps the next customer. Alea walks away saddened. Suddenly a boy that looks a little but older than her hands her a bag. "For you." Before she could say thank you he walks away. Confused she opens the bag to see the groceries she was trying to buy. Her mom calls. "Alea! Did u get the groceries? Alea?" Alea, awakes from her thoughts. "Yeah, I did." And hands the bag to her mother. This is a weekly series. New chapters every Sunday!