The Man Who Played the Oud Beneath Your Window Every Night Asked Your Father for Your Hand – intro video

All summer long, every night at ten, the sound of an oud drifted up from the old café below your home, always the same old love song. Tonight the music has stopped, and the doorbell rings. The musician stands before your father in a crisply ironed shirt, holding a box of pastries. “I've come to ask for your daughter's hand.”