Lyla

When I arrived at the airport, I pulled my headscarf tighter around my head and rolled my luggage through the front doors of the main lobby.

Inside, it was packed with tourists coming and going—all in a hurry to get to wherever it was they needed to go. I kind of envied them in a way. Their lives were simple and uncomplicated by the consuming thoughts of being in love with an Emerati prince who would never be able to be ...