By getting a job at a supermarket

It isn't glamorous, but it will have to do. There's a local supermarket called Al-Jin's near you looking for new employees.

Your family aren't happy about you finding a job - They would much rather you become a housewife.

The problem is, there just aren't any boys near you wealthy enough to support a family. You've had multiple suitors over the years offer to marry you, and the best of the bunch was a scrawny pizza delivery boy. You've grown tired of waiting. Truth be told, you're kind of looking forward to having some independence.

But you're getting distracted. It's time to finish getting dressed and go to your interview.

You pull your pants up and around your thick, olive cheeks. You need to jump a bit to squeeze into them. You've always had trouble finding clothes that fully contain your assets. Much to the dismay of your male relatives. Not that you mind, you think to yourself.

Having gotten dressed, you leave your house and make your way to Al-Jin's. Very strange name.

The owner of the shop, Qadib, is a reclusive man. Thinking about it, you can't recall having ever seen him going to Mosque. Nor does he have any family. He is a short and stocky man, with a slightly grey receding hairline. You've never asked but from the looks of him you'd place him in his mid-40s.

As soon as you enter the shop, Qadib's eyes light up lasciviously. "Amira! Salaam. Welcome, welcome." He goes to shake your hand. You aren't used to being touched by men you aren't related to. This is slightly inappropriate according to how your family raised you. But at the same time, they aren't here right now.