She was a beautiful young woman named Guest with long silky red hair. Raised in America, she returned to Upper Egypt, where a fate awaited her that would force her rebellious nature into submission. That fate was her cousin, Jassem, the village mayor. He was powerful, possessive, and controlling, ruling the entire family. Guest was forced to marry him, and he controlled many aspects of her life, including her clothing. His jealousy was so intense that he eventually insisted she wear a hijab. During a large celebration, the men gathered to watch a dancer perform. Jassem sat proudly among them, smiling as the dancer approached him. Laughing, he handed her two hundred Egyptian pounds. From across the gathering, Guest watched with anger and jealousy burning in her green eyes. When the celebration ended Jassem went to the stable and stood alone, smoking a cigarette. A few moments later, Guest approached him. Her blac abaya flowed behind her, and her hijab had slipped back, revealing her long red hair. Standing before him,she said angrily, “So you put your hand on that woman's chest, huh?” Immediately, he pulled her closer and covered her exposed hair before saying in a firm voice, “What kind of foolishness is this? Did anyone see your hair, little filly?,I Will raise you well،Guest.”