Fatiha Marriage Without a Legal Contract: Rights, Money and Relationships

Tell me, are you married by the Fatiha or on paper?

By the Fatiha. You have a marriage, but…

But you're not legally married. Yeah. Why do you introduce yourselves and leave out that we're married by the Fatiha?

You're not married. You don't have any papers to protect you legally, so you're not married.

And even religion doesn't recognize you.

Religiously? Religiously? Listen to me, you real whores, because this is the real deal.

Religion—now you're married by the Fatiha, and you're bringing religion into this.

Religion, when you have this boy, is he considered that man's child?

He hasn't harmed any boy yet. And… Suppose, suppose, suppose you got pregnant by accident.

Religiously, would that boy have to be registered in his name?

No. Then you're not married. Anyway, what's done is done.

I've been with him for a year and a half now.

Uh, anyway, he gives me some money, bought me a car, Uh, he bought me a house.

Wow, wow. So, a Fatiha marriage for a car and a house's roof?

No, now, uh, I want him to start a project for me.

But honestly, there's a problem these days.

It's been a month since we talked. I'm upset, and he's upset.

And he doesn't wait for me to talk anymore.

I still sent money, uh, without him talking to me.

So I didn't know what to do, whether to— whether to keep going until I get my project done or stop this and look for something else.

Uh, he got me fired. He didn't get you fired. He didn't.

You quit of your own accord. Yeah. Don't go around saying someone got me fired.

He said that, and you stupidly said, "Yeah."

Someone who wants to get you fired would put about two hundred million under your nose.

Just for you? A Saudi? Come on, two hundred million Moroccan dirhams, and I'd quit my job.

Now let's see where this goes. You'd quit your job for free or for a car.

A car he bought for you. Does the car still make you miss someone?

It's Audi, it's... the cars... The price is really tempting for working-class girls.

You can put your little feet up in it.

No, now, I—I can't tell you what to do. I don't know what you're like mentally.

And I don't know about that. I—I shouldn't tell you what to do or not do. Unfortunately.

He's bloated. He has a right to be bloated. He's not a sack.

See? See, what comes with a sack? A smell. He gets bloated, he breaks wind, leaves you sprawled out, He… Look, Look, I can't tell you outright, he is uh, a great man in every sense of the word.

Whenever I want him, I find him. Hmm. Uh, I'm telling you, like, how about I send you the picture so maybe, if you can, you'll give me— Take the money from me, then you'll take her?

Take the money from me and live with him?

No. Yeah, go on. What? Huh? You ran off all by yourself.

Take the money from me and live with him on bread and olives?

No. Now I'm the one who wants to— I want to tell you, please.

I just want to know if I should leave this, uh, move on with my life, or or wait a month to do my project, and then…

You know the answer. With all due respect, I advise you.

Or is someone better than him waiting for you?

Do you have the flu? No.