The film takes place over a period of one day, the day of the wedding. The film starts in Israe's sister's house, through dialogue and language it becomes clear that Isra arrived in Belgium from Morocco only a few days ago. Isra's husband is someone she has never met in real life. What she knows about him can only be based on the few phone calls they have had. During the ceremony, the people around her, from the women doing the preparation to the women who surround her, triggers Israe's fears and doubts. During the film these will get bigger and bigger to a point (and that's the end of the film), where Israe completely loses herself. This story is a story that is close to my heart, because on one hand it is the story of my grandmother and on the other hand of the many women in my culture who think they are only worthy if they have a ring on their finger. With this story I want to take a refreshing look at Moroccan traditions, which are often presented conservatively and outdated. I hope with this film I could open a door for people who don't have access.