He met my family from a phone propped against a water jug.

Rakib has been in Malaysia for six years and comes home for eighteen days in a year, which is a hard thing to build a marriage introduction around. We wrote for three months across a four-hour time difference — his night, my morning. When the families met, he was a phone propped against a water jug at the end of the table, and my grandfather spoke to the screen for forty minutes without once looking away. He flew home in Poush. We were married nine days later and he has since moved back for good.