Because of your husband, who you married through an imam’s ceremony, you can’t buy homemade yogurt, cheese, or winter provisions from your neighbor across the way. There are people in your neighborhood making molasses, selling eggs, producing oil—all right next door, and at much lower prices. But your husband says: “You can’t buy from them. You must buy from me.” The irony? He doesn’t even live in your neighborhood. Even better: he still hasn’t delivered some items you already paid for in full. Yet now he won’t let you buy what you need for your table from your neighbor at half the price—he insists you pay double and buy it from him instead. You’re the one paying the money, bearing the risk, and acting as the mediator between him and your neighbors—but he’s the one writing your shopping list. And yet, they call this relationship a “strategic partnership.” What a joke…