1. Your parents raised me from birth because I lost mine. They treated me like their own. They hired a nanny to breastfeed me so I didn't suckle your mother's breasts. All these happened while they were still barren. Later, Allāh blessed them with children of their own.

2. You and your siblings were born into my hands. You all grew up seeing me as your elder bro. In fact, I bathed all of you as kids & prepared you for school. You turned out to be a very beautiful, religious and well-behaved lady. I was still without a wife. So I proposed to you.

3. Shocked, you exclaimed: How can you propose to your own sister?! That's incest!!! I sat you down and explained to you how we are not related by blood and how we do not fall under those not permitted by the Sharī'ah to marry.

4. Yet, you insisted that I'm your bro and you will not feel comfortable marrying me because it sounds and feels awkward.

Madam! Calm down and forget history. Let's find the chemistry and do biology. Who's your bro? I said tani bro e?

Your thoughts on this?