Old Dubai at sunset - and a story just beginning. A pomegranate-red gown, gold in her hair. A blush-pink sky above the old wind towers. Two people walking toward a new life - and the city seems to hush for them. The scent of oud, two little cups of gahwa, a ring in its velvet, his cufflinks marked with their initials. Memories are made of small things like these. Old Dubai drifts into the golden light - and a new family is just beginning.
