Little Mosque on the Prairie

This is J.J.

- Assalam-u-alaykum. - Both: Wa-alaykum-u-assalam.

It's a Muslim father's duty to find a husband for his daughter.

- What? - What?!

J.J. is a friend of the family, very good prospects.

You could go on a series of dates...

with a chaperon, very Islamic.

The chaperon is here. Enough of this closey-closey.

Have you ever realised you wanted something,

but you only realised you wanted it after you saw someone else had it?

I would like to ask for her hand.

- Mr. Hamoudi? - Call me dad!

The thing with J.J.,

I just didn't think it was going to get so serious so fast.

- Rayyan, the thing is... - Amaar, stop.

J.J. asked me to marry him.

- He did? - Uh-huh.

What did you say?

I said yes.

Amaar?

Amaar, are you okay?

Of course I'm okay!

I'm thrilled.

You look stunned.

No, not at all. My, um...

My stunned face is very similar to my thrilled face.

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- Ohhh, shady creek! - Oh, yes...

It is the champagne

of non-alcoholic champagnes.

Do bedbugs actually bite?

Like, I thought that was just an expression.

Yeah, like flea-bag motel.

Also apparently quite real.

That settles it, J.J.

That place was fine for a few weeks,

but we are getting you out of that motel.

Where will he live? He can move in here...

after he's been de-loused. Of course.

Well actually, Yasir, I hope this doesn't sound weird, but...

I feel that Rayyan and I shouldn't sleep under the same roof

until we're married.

Just when I thought I could not love this man any more,

he goes and says something like that.

A toast.

Sarah and I have long dreamed of the day when our lovely flower

would meet someone with whom to spend

- the rest of her life. - Uh-oh, here come the tears.

- Your mom's a bit of a crier, eh? - No, it's for him?

Look away.

You know, just yesterday I was so upset with you,

and now I can't even remember why.

And I promise not to do one more thing

to ruin this wedding for you, my lovely flower.

I thought I was your lovely flower.

My life is but a boundless garden.

Oh my.

Sure there's no booze in this?

How are you doin' with this?

I'm her imam and her friend, Duncan.

The only appropriate reaction is happiness.

What's the inappropriate reaction?

See, interesting. I would've thrown the baseball.

I'm dying to say something.

But I know I can't.

I feel like I'm being tested.

You are.

This is just one of life's little curve balls, buddy.

Think of it as an opportunity for growth.

I'm growing depressed.

Okay...

you're not ready to deal with this engagement yet, fine.

The best thing you can possibly do right now

is to completely avoid all contact with Rayyan and... J.J!

Hey, guys. Hope I'm not interrupting.

We were just talking baseball.

Oh right, listen,

Amaar, I hate to bother you, but I need a huge favour.

- What's up? - Uh, my motel has a little,

well, everything problem.

No worries.

There's another motel 25 miles away.

Duncan, can I borrow your car?

Well actually, I was hoping I could crash with you for a few days.

Just until I find something a little more permanent.

I'm not sure.

Duncan runs the building,

and it might violate the terms of my lease.

Do we even have a lease?

Sure you can stay with me.

Thanks, that's a huge help. I'll pop by later with my stuff. Thank you.

Yeah! Pop on by later with all your stuff.

It's gonna be...

another one of life's little curve balls?

I think that was more like getting beaned by the pitch.

Hey, big fella, come here often?

- Yasir! - Mayor,

- that was funny. - Oh yeah. Funny, funny joke.

I don't pick up men in bookstores!

- Buying some literature? - Oh, yes.

Sarah's book club pick. She's hosting tomorrow.

Tomorrow? You must be a fast reader.

Well, I can read the jacket as fast as the next gal.

- You? - Caught red-handed.

Wedding planner? Yasir, you mean?

Yes, our little Rayyan is officially engaged.

Oh, how wonderful. That's great!

And here I thought she'd die an old mai...

mai... mai...

Well, there's no going back there, you know what I meant.

- Always lovely to see you. - You too.

Helloooo, pectorals.

If only I told Rayyan how I felt about her sooner.

Now she's getting married and...

game over.

Ha! Marriage is anything but game over.

If anything, it is a beginning.

I meant game over for me.

Oh. Yes, indeed. For you it is most definitely game over.

- No question. - Thanks.

Hey, what did you mean when you said, "ha"?

Don't you like being married?

Of course, I like being married.

My wife, not so much.

It was one of the things we argued about.

What didn't she like about?

Everything. I left my towels on the floor.

I would not help out enough around the kitchen.

I would not let her eat raisin toast.

We all do it. What's wrong with raisin toast?

What is right about it?!

My point is,

only when you live with someone,

do they reveal their true selves.

If people knew more about each other beforehand,

they might never get married at all.

There you go. Moved in.

Now, you just relax, do what comes naturally.

Let your hair down.

Put your feet up.

Eat raisin toast.

- Oh, you have raisin toast? - No.

- What did you get? - Lovely dresses.

Whoo!

- Fantastic arrangements. - Hey!

- Hey, how was the bookstore? - Fine.

Oh, I ran into the mayor.

I'm not surprised. She seems to go there a lot.

Hey, you didn't say anything about Rayyan's engagement, did you?

- 'Course not. - Thank goodness.

Thank goodness? As if I would tell the mayor.

- Oh! You told the mayor! - Of course I told the mayor. Is that bad?

Dad, this is huge for her!

Most of her friends' daughters are already married,

and now she can gloat. You can't spoil that for her.

I would've thought you'd say, gloating is un-Islamic.

As a Muslim, that's true. As a woman, I'm with mom.

Should I track down the mayor?

I think you should build a time machine, go back and not blab.

Or you could track down the mayor.

- Assalam-u-alaykum. - Wa-alaykum-u-assalam.

What you been up to?

Watching TV, lying around?

Letting your guard down?

- What's that smell? - Oh, it's pine. I mopped the floors.

Oh... very thoughtful.

- Is that your jacket? - Uh, no, that's yours.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, of course. I'm just, uh, tired.

- I'm gonna take a shower. - Oh, listen um...

I'm sorry. I used up all the hot water.

- You did? - Yeah.

But I've been boiling some pots on the stove and uh...

been pouring them into the tub.

I hope a bath's okay.

Better than okay.

Perfect.

Anne! Anne!

I need to talk to you.

About what happened in the bookstore.

What did you see? Nothing happened.

I've known that man for years.

I mean what I said about Rayyan getting married.

Ah, yeah, that's nice.

- Fella called it off? - No, nothing like that.

Just promise me you won't tell Sarah that I told you when she tells you,

so she doesn't know I told before she got to tell.

I don't follow.

- Just play dumb. - Fine.

Oh, Anne, um you didn't tell anyone else, any of Sarah's friends,

anyone at all?

Well, let's see, I was just at Fatima's, I may have told someone there.

- Excuse me, everyone! - Congratulations!

Congratulations, Yasir. I am so excited for Rayyan.

What wonderful news. I can't wait to congratulate Sarah at book club.

- Uh, excuse me. - You're not going anywhere.

Please, everyone,

listen. This is very important.

You must promise me

not to say anything to Sarah about our daughter's engagement