Then Khaalid and I got married in the same year. We started to have children, but something dark and painful was looming on the horizon. As days passed by, things started to turn ugly in a way we had never seen before. The Shaytaan started to sow the seeds of discord and division, and to tend them so that they would quickly bear fruit. He was able to do that by means of our wives, who played a major role in this fiasco.
Women take a weird joy in spreading talk, twisting and changing it according to their whims.
Jealousy was constantly raising its ugly head. My brothers paid no attention to what was happening, and they were about to lose one another forever, leaving nothing but ties of superficial politeness. We looked for a solution, and we agreed to have monthly get-togethers. Sa ood hosted the first one, then Fahd hosted the next. When it was Khaalid s turn, he started trying to get out of it.