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THE BLIND ZAINAB
A story
Part 1
“The father married off his daughter, who was blind from birth, to a beggar — and what happened afterward surprised many people.”*
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 as a burden — a shameful secret hidden behind closed doors.
Her mother died when she was only five years old, and from that moment on, her father changed. He became bitter, resentful, and cruel — especially toward her. He never called her by her name. He called her “that thing.” He didn’t want her at the table during family meals, nor outside when guests came over. He believed she was cursed, and when she turned twenty-one, he made a decision that would shatter what little remained of her already broken heart.
One morning, he entered her small room where she sat quietly, running her fingers over the worn pages of a Braille book, and dropped a folded piece of fabric onto her lap.
“You’re getting married tomorrow,” he said flatly.
She froze. The words made no sense. Married? To whom?
“He’s a beggar from the mosque,” her father continued. “You’re blind. He’s poor. A perfect match.”
She felt the blood drain 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 rushed, modest 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. People laughed behind their hands.
“The blind girl and the beggar.”
After the ceremony, her father handed her a small bag with a few clothes and shoved her toward the man once again.
“She’s your problem now,” he said, walking away without looking back.
The beggar, whose name was Yusha, led her silently down the road. He didn’t speak for a long time. They arrived at a broken little hut on the edge of the village. It smelled of damp earth and smoke.
“It’s not much,” Yusha said gently. “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, living in a hut made of mud and fragile hope.
But something strange happened that very first night..
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