25/09/2025
HER FATHER MARRIED HER TO A BEGGAR BECAUSE SHE WAS BORN BLIND, AND THIS HAPPENED
Zainab had never seen the world, but she could feel its cruelty with every breath she took. She was born blind into a family that valued beauty above all else. Her two sisters were admired for their striking eyes and graceful figures, while Zainab was treated like a burden, a shameful secret kept behind closed doors. Her mother died when she was only five, and from then on, her father changed: he became bitter, resentful, and cruel, especially to her. He never called her by name. He called her "that thing." He didn't want her at the table during family meals or outside when visitors came. He believed she was cursed, and when she turned 21, he made a decision that would shatter what remained of his already broken heart.
One morning, he entered her small room where she was sitting quietly, feeling the pages of a worn Braille book, and placed a folded piece of cloth on her lap.
"You're getting married tomorrow," he said flatly.
She froze. The words made no sense. Marry? To whom?
"He's a beggar from the mosque," her father continued. "You're blind. He's poor. A good catch."
She felt the blood drain from her face. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She had no choice. Her father never gave her choices.
The next day she was married in a small, hurried ceremony. She never saw his face, of course, and no one described it to her. Her father pushed her toward the man and told her to take his arm. She obeyed like a ghost in her own body. Everyone was laughing behind their hands—"The Blind Girl and the Beggar." After the ceremony, her father gave her a small bag with some clothes and pushed her back toward the man.
"Now she's your problem," he said, and walked away without looking back.
The beggar, whose name was Yusha, led her silently down the road. He didn't say anything for a long time. They came to a small, broken hut on the outskirts of the village. It smelled of damp earth and smoke.
"It's not much," Yusha said softly. "But you'll be safe here."
She sat on the old mat inside, holding back tears. This was her life now. A blind girl married to a beggar in a hut made of mud and hope.
But something strange happened that first night.
Yusha made her tea with gentle hands. She gave her her own blanket and slept by the door, like a guard dog protecting its queen. He spoke to her as if he cared—he asked her what stories she liked, what dreams she had, what foods made her smile. No one had ever asked her those questions before.
Days turned into weeks. Yusha accompanied her to the river every morning, describing the sun, the birds, the trees, with such poetry that she began to feel as if she could see them through his words. He sang to her while she did the laundry and told her stories about stars and distant lands at night. She laughed for the first time in years. Her heart began to open. And in that strange hut, something unexpected happened—Zainab fell in love.
One afternoon, as she reached for his hand, she asked,
"Were you always a beggar?"
He hesitated. Then she said softly,
"I wasn't always like this."
But he never said anything else. And she didn't insist.
Until one day.
She went to the market alone to buy vegetables. Yusha had given her careful instructions, and she memorized every step. But halfway there, someone violently grabbed her arm.
"Blind rat!" a voice spat.
It was her sister, Aminah.
"Are you still alive?" Are you still playing at being a beggar's wife?
Zainab felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she remained upright.
"I'm happy," she said.
Aminah laughed cruelly.
"You don't even know what he looks like. He's a waste. Just like you."
And then he whispered something that shattered her.
"He's not a beggar. Zainab, you've been lied to."
Zainab stumbled back home, confused. She waited until nightfall, and when Yusha returned, she asked him again, but this time firmly.
"Tell me the truth. Who are you really?"
And that was when he knelt before her, took her hands, and said,
"You were never meant to know yet. But I can't lie to you anymore."
Her heart pounded.
He took a deep breath.
"I'm not a beggar. I'm the Emir's son." See less
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