Married to a Bedouin -- Paperback / softback

It was as Mohammad guided us singing through rocky, oleander-crowded canyons that I fell in love with him. Why I hadn't noticed his quick, eye-crinkling smile the day we met I don't know but I noticed it now. He fixed his red and white mendeel, throwing the knotted ends up over his head into an exotic Bedouin turban and flashed me a smile. I was fascinated.