Diyya invited me to see the men’s side of the wedding party, but I wasn’t about to follow this teenage heartthrob all alone at night. After failing to answer the question, “lesh” (why) several times over, I finally succumbed and said, “Yallah, let’s go.” When we got the roof of his home, I got a birds eye view of the other half of the wedding. I also met his mother, some sisters, aunts and grandmothers, who kissed me on both cheeks about three times apiece.