Zainab’s sister planted doubt, hinting Yusha wasn’t truly a beggar. Returning home, she found him mending their blanket, humming softly.
When she asked, Yusha confessed his past: once wealthy, his family lost everything after his father’s death. He came to the village to start over, fearing she’d see him as unworthy.
Zainab held his hand and smiled, “Your past doesn’t matter. You’ve given me love and a life I never imagined.”
Their bond deepened, and soon the village admired them. Even Zainab’s father felt a spark of remorse. In the humble hut by the river, they proved love could light the darkest paths, and true beauty lies in the heart, not the eyes.
