Good evening Bassim. . .
Aisha had been searching for her dream prince for years. Thanks to her job as a stewardess/an airline stewardess, she travelled all over the world and had seen/visited many countries and towns which had left an indelible impression on her. If she ever felt bored and/or depressed she just closed her eyes and moved/ imagined she was removed to places which were bubbling/ teeming/ crowded with people and excitement; and immediately her mind would move to/think of a busy bazaar in the Middle East or a sunny beach with palms in Caribbean. She was a beautiful, short and slim woman with wavy black hair and dark, sparkling eyes. She always dressed elegantly in designer clothes and expensive shoes.
She had moved from her homeland Algeria to Sweden together with her parents and her two sisters. At that time, she was still a baby and did not remember much of her homeland; although when she grew up she visited her home town Oran many times; especially during the dark and cold Swedish winters which made everyone depressed.
She lived in a comfortable flat in the city centre and had enough money to squander/spend on expensive gifts for her family and friends. /or.. lavish expensive gifts on her family . . . She did not lack for anything, except a husband. Her two sisters were already married, as well as the majority of her friends, but still she did not find the man who would awaken her love and make her heart jump /leap with joy.
However, she was not an inexperienced virgin who had never felt a man's strong hands on her thighs. On the contrary, she could have written a long list of the men with whom she had spent the night / she had spent a night with in the same bed.
Unfortunately/Indeed, the majority of them left her completely indifferent. Some of them were skilful lovers who knew exactly what to do to make a woman satisfied and happy, but it was purely physical contact; sex without tenderness. After a man had left her flat she felt such emptiness; she would light a cigarette and draw deep puffs/inhale deeply/, hoping that the memory of sexual intercourse would disperse as quickly as the cigarette smoke.
Searching for the man of her dreams almost became an obsession. Whenever the plane touched down and she had time to ramble the streets in the cities and towns, her eyes would involuntarily be drawn to men. She stopped buying souvenirs and haggling over prices. No longer was she interested in old architecture or the history of ancient civilisations.
Her heart was burning within her, yearning for the man who could have alleviated it/her longing/her desire but who was nowhere to be found. She felt that time was running out for her. She was almost thirty and in her homeland if a woman was not married before she was twenty-five, her chances of finding a suitable partner /man were falling rapidly. Even in Sweden it was not an easy task for a person her age to compete with thousands of others in the hunt for the right man.