“A father gave his daughter, born blind, to a beggar—and what happened next surprised many.” Zainab had never seen the world, but she felt its cruelty with every breath. 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 hidden behind closed doors. Her mother died when she was only five, and from that moment on, her father changed. He became bitter, resentful, and cruel, especially towards 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 guests came. He believed she was cursed, and when she turned twenty-one, he made a decision that shattered what remained of her broken heart. One morning, he entered her small room, where she sat quietly, running his fingers over the worn pages of a Braille book, and tossed a folded piece of cloth onto her lap. “You’re getting married tomorrow,” he said matter-of-factly. She froze. The words were meaningless. Are you getting 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 had never given her a choice. The next day, they were married in a hurried, modest ceremony. Of course, she never saw his face—and no one had ever 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, covering their hands. “A blind girl and a beggar.” After the ceremony, her father handed her a small bag of clothes and pushed her back toward the man. “She’s your problem now,” he said, walking away without looking back. The beggar, named Yusha, led her silently down the road. He didn’t speak for a moment.