12/02/2025
đ Her Father Married Her Off to a Beggar Because She Was Born Blind â What Happened Next Left Everyone Speechless
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 captivating eyes and elegant figures, while Zainab was treated like a burdenâa 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 toward her. He never called her by her name; he called her âthat thing.â He didnât want her at the family dinner table or anywhere near when visitors came. He believed she was cursed. And when Zainab turned 21, he made a decision that would destroy what was left of her already broken heart.
One morning, her father entered her small room where Zainab sat quietly, her fingers gliding over the braille pages of an old, worn-out book, and dropped a folded piece of fabric in her lap.
âYouâre getting married tomorrow,â he said flatly.
Zainab froze. The words didnât make sense. Getting married? To whom?
âHeâs a beggar from the mosque,â her father continued. âYouâre blind, heâs poor. A good match for you.â
It felt like the blood drained from her face. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. She had no choice. Her father never gave her choices.
The next day, she was married in a small, rushed ceremony. Of course, she never saw his face, and no one dared describe him to her. Her father shoved her toward the man and told her to take his arm. She obeyed, like a ghost in her own body. Everyone laughed behind their hands, whispering, âThe blind girl and the beggar.â After the ceremony, her father handed her a small bag of clothes and pushed her toward the man again.
âSheâs your problem now,â he said and walked away without looking back.
The beggar, whose name was Yusha, led her silently down the road. He didnât say a word for a long time. They reached a small broken-down hut on the edge of the village. It smelled of damp earth and smoke.
âItâs not much,â Yusha said gently. âBut youâll be safe here.â
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 tea with gentle hands. He gave her his own coat and slept near the door, like a guard dog protecting his queen. He spoke to her like he truly caredâasking what stories she liked, what dreams she had, what food made her smile. No one had ever asked her anything like that before.
Days turned into weeks. Yusha would walk her to the river every morning, describing the sun, the birds, the trees with such poetry that Zainab began to feel like she could see them through his words. He sang to her as she washed clothes and told her stories of stars and faraway lands at night. She laughed for the first time in years. Her heart began to open. And in that strange little hut, something unexpected happenedâZainab fell in love.
One afternoon, as she reached for his hand, she asked, âWere you always a beggar?â
He hesitated. Then said softly, âI wasnât always like this.â But he never said more. And Zainab didnât press him.
Until one day.
She went to the market alone to buy vegetables. Yusha had given her careful directions, and she memorized every step. But halfway through her journey, someone grabbed her arm violently.
âBlind rat!â a voice spat. It was her sister. Amina. âStill alive? Still playing wife to that beggar?â
Zainab felt tears welling up, but she stood tall.
âIâm happy,â she said.
Amina laughed cruelly. âYou donât even know what he looks like. Heâs trash. Just like you.â
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