Its the 'forever' they're all scared of.

I'll tell you guys a story today. I've only just read it recently and I think you need to hear it, too. :)

     
      "So, Once upon a time, there was a boy who was in love with a girl and they said forever and always and decided to get married. When the boy told his family, a searing look from his mother's eye's scared him and halted his tongue. He worried suddenly that some ancient quarrel existed between the two families. But it quickly became clear to him that the problem was that his mother simply disliked the girl!
"But I like her." He told her. But his mother didn't get it. And it just made her angrier. She had issues with the girl having been lived in America. From the start, his mother suggested, this line of conversation did not augur well. The girl had tricked him! Aah, the girls of this generation! How awful they were! And aah, for her young, green son- she never would have expected him to fall into the trap of a girl such as this! So finally, the boy's mother decided to bang the door shut for good on this fruitless dialogue around this utterly ridiculous topic. So, like countless mothers before her, she resorted to the oldest trick in the book:
"Quick, son! Get up, hurry, get my blood pressure medicine! My heart, oh, my heart! I think I'm dying..."
The boy tried hard. It must be said that he really tried hard to convince her, to get her to see the girl's many exceptional qualities, or, in horse-trading language of mothers looking to make a match, her 'fine attributes'. He went on and on about things that meant nothing to his mother. The girl he loved was a cultured, educated girl whose pot-pourri of Eastern and Western thinking he really liked and admired. The girl understood him; the girl was sophisticated and not vain or arrogant  like all the other girls he had met or those his mother had hinted strongly about marrying him off to. The simple truth of it was the one thing that he could not say plainly to his mother: the girl loved him and he loved her. He loved her even more than she loved him, he was sure.
But the boy's mother gulped down her pills. (If they didn't help, at least they didn't hurt.) She wept hot tears and she stroked his hair gently as she talked about her great hopes to marry her eldest son to the best of girls, to give him the best home there ever was, and the best car, plus all-expenses paid tickets to spend the best honeymoon ever.
Poor miserable boy! He cried, too, poor little boy under the feet of his cherished mother. He loved no one in the whole entire world more than his mother, and he had never opposed  her, never ever, never in his life. He wept also for the sophisticated girl, his beloved who understood him and whom he understood, more than any two people in this world could understand each other, the young girl with her unique beauty and American personality, who would not be his.
And, the boy lived happily ever after, with his mother.

The End." -Girls Of Riyadh