“The father married his daughter, blind from birth, to a beggar… and what happened next shocked many people.”…-thaithao

“He’s a beggar from the mosque,” ​​her father continued. “You’re blind, he’s poor.

He’s a good match for you.” She felt as if the blood had drained from her face. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. She had no choice. Her father never gave her one.

The next day, she was married in a brief, hurried ceremony. Of course, she never saw his face, and no one dared describe 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 laughed quietly, murmuring,

“The blind woman and the beggar.” After the ceremony, her father gave her a small bag of clothes and pushed her toward the man.

“Now it’s your problem,” he said and walked away without looking back.

The beggar, named Yusha, silently led her along the path. He didn’t say anything for a long time. They arrived at a small, dilapidated hut on the outskirts of the village. It smelled of damp earth and smoke.

“It’s not much,” Yusha said gently.