Qandish smiled and said, “Auntie agrees to Whittier.” I said, “There is one more thing left: the form.” He said, “What about the form?” I said, “I would like Aisha to appear in the form of Fatima al-Zahra and not change that form as long as she is with me.” Qandish said, “Auntie agrees.” I said, “And her name will be Fatima al-Zahra al-Shafi’i, and her nationality will be Moroccan. I doubt she will meet anyone here who knows the original Fatima al-Zahra.” He said, “Auntie agrees.” I said, “So have we agreed on everything?” He said, “Auntie has some things.” I said, “Give them.” He said, “Auntie wants your life to be normal and not turn into a long interrogation about the jinn. Auntie says that a human husband does not spend all his time interrogating a human woman about her homeland, her environment, and her society.” I said, “Agreed.” He said, "And the aunt wants you to know that you can exercise your legal right to divorce her at any time. She adds that she will leave your life as soon as you express the desire for her to leave. She swears that as long as she is your wife, she will never have a romantic relationship with anyone other than you, neither human nor jinn." I said, "I appreciate that. There is one more point. I do not want Aisha to suddenly descend upon me without warning, nor to disappear suddenly." Qandish laughed and took out of his pocket a device the size of a mobile phone, which is common these days, except that it only had two buttons. He handed it to me and said, "Regarding a sudden departure, that will never happen. As for coming to us, she will come, never, unless I ask for her, and you can ask for her at any time through this device." He said, "Is there anything else before I cut off the telepathic connection?" I said, "No." He said, "Now, excuse me..." I said, "Just a moment! The negotiations with Aisha are over, thank God, but I still have many questions about the jinn." He said, "You are starting to get tired. "Take this pill and go to sleep. When you wake up, we can continue talking."