September 25, 2024, Wednesday.
Amarillo, Texas. 19:45.

Man, all these years what crap I’ve been talking. Like, “I’ll find an American, I’ll marry them off to Turks, what’s the big deal?” I was creating dreams for myself, declaring myself a hero.

Damn, it’s so hard. We’re going to marry Kylie and Yusuf. Kylie says, “No, you’re going to kidnap and kill me.” Yusuf says, “No, this girl is scamming us.”

These are tough jobs. Being a middleman in these things, oof.

Now I’m going to quit my job on Monday. Why? Because Kylie’s passport needs to arrive already. Then Yusuf will buy us plane tickets, and whoosh, we’ll fly to Istanbul.

We’re coming to Istanbul so the girl and the boy can take lots of photos. We’ll stay for a week and then return. Then with those photos, we’ll apply to the foreign affairs. We’ll say, “Give our boy a visa in Istanbul so he can come.”

That’s the story. But as the date approaches, the girl is getting stressed. “I don’t know Istanbul or whatever, bad things will happen to me, I’m very scared,” she says. Maybe it’s normal. I mean, putting myself in the girl’s shoes, it could happen, a person might be scared.

This Kylie is getting $1500 a month for this. She’s not doing it for free. So I’m hoping that for the sake of that $1500, she won’t give up on this love, and I won’t be left in the middle like an idiot.

On the other hand, my life might change or might not change according to this.

Yusuf and I have a lot of dreams and plans, but if I can’t even manage this job, then of course everything could be a lie in that regard.

Although there are alternatives, of course, still, you want everything to go smoothly.

But let me tell you this, if there are middlemen doing such jobs, I used to think they were making money for free all this time, now I apologize to all of them. Turns out it’s a very difficult job. May every penny they earn be as halal as their mothers’ pure milk, honestly.

And I’m not even getting paid for this. I mean, supposedly because we have longer-term plans, so I’m helping a friend out so that they can happen.

So I don’t deserve the money right now anyway. If the girl backs out, I don’t know what the hell I’ll do. I hope she doesn’t back out. Pray, my infidel brothers.