All this I saw with my own eyes.

Three young girls in their twenties, their faces uncovered, a few strands   of their hair overflowing, boarded the plane without Mahram . They took place right in front of me. Next to them two places were   empty   that two young men had   come to occupy. Very soon they realized that these are not their good places and they moved to another place. Then it was the turn of a man in his thirties to come and take his seat in the back seat, so that one seat separated him from the two girls.

  After a while, I   paid attention to the people in front of me. In truth, I was absent-minded, lost in my meditation on the case of these girls and their scarves. I was looking for a way that would allow me to approach them   to have the opportunity to express my admiration and advice. So I cast a glance in front of me and what I see: the man is already engaged in a sustained conversation   with the girl sitting   next to him. Astonished and taken aback, at first I thought that another man had come to occupy the empty seat and that this one   began   to speak   with our man. Then I   looked again, there is no doubt, it is the young man who is in conversation with the girl and it seems that they went very far in their council. It looks like   a very close Dear to her.