10/16/2025
🌙 HER FATHER MARRIED HER — THE STORY OF ZAINAB, THE BLIND GIRL
Zainab had never seen light. But she felt the darkness of the world with every other sense — every breath, every word, every cold silence in her father’s house.
Born blind in a family that valued beauty as the only value, Zainab grew up as a stigma. Her two older sisters were praised for their eyes and figure, while she was hidden away as a disgrace.
When her mother died, her father — a once gentle man — turned cruel. He never called her by name, only “it.” He wouldn’t let her sit at the table at meals, nor would he let her go out when there were guests.
Then, when she turned 21, he decided to free himself from that burden.
One morning, he entered the small room where she was running her fingers through a Braille book. He tossed a piece of white cloth into her lap:
“Tomorrow, you’re getting married.”
Zainab was stunned.
“To whom?”
“A beggar from the mosque. Also blind. A good match.”
She had no choice. Her father had never given her a choice.
💔 The Wedding of Silence
The next day, the ceremony was hurried, cold. Her father took her hand, placed it in the stranger’s, and let it go without a blessing.
“It’s yours now,” he said to the beggar, and turned away.
The man, Yusha, led her away in silence. They came to a small hut outside the village, poor but quiet.
“Not much,” he said softly. “But here, you’ll be safe.”
That night, she waited for cruelty. But instead, he boiled tea, gave her a blanket, and slept near the door like a sentinel. He talked to her, asked about her dreams, her memories, her favorite scents — something no one else had ever done.
🌿 Light from the Darkness
Day after day, Yusha led her to the riverbank, describing the world in poetic words: the color of the sun, the sound of leaves, the scent of water.
For the first time in her life, Zainab smiled. She loved him — with all the blind heart could feel.
One afternoon, she asked,
“Have you always been a beggar?”
Yusha was silent.
“Not always,” he replied softly.
⚡ The Truth Unfolded
One day, while going to the market, someone grabbed her arm roughly — it was her sister Aminah.
“Are you still alive? Are you really married to a beggar?”
“I am happy,” Zainab replied.
Aminah smiled faintly:
“Happy? I don’t even know who he is. He’s not a beggar. I’ve been tricked.”
Zainab returned, trembling. When night fell, she asked:
“Tell me the truth. Who are you?”
Yusha knelt down, took her hand, and said in a trembling voice:
“You don’t deserve to know so soon… but I can’t lie to you anymore.”
“I’m not a beggar. I’m the Emir’s son.”
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