Zainab was born blind into a family obsessed with beauty. Her mother died when she was five, and her father grew cruel, calling her “that thing” and excluding her. On her 21st birthday, he announced she was to marry a beggar from the mosque. The rushed ceremony attracted cruel laughter—“the blind girl and the beggar.”
The beggar, Yusha, took her to his modest hut. That first night, he showed her kindness: he brewed tea, shared his blanket, sat by the door, and gently asked about her dreams. Each morning, he described the world to her in poetic detail. She laughed for the first time in years—and fell in love.
One day, his sister mocked Zainab and hinted Yusha wasn’t really poor. Confused, Zainab pressed Yusha, and he admitted: he was the Emir’s son, hiding as a beggar so someone would love him for who he was, not his title. He chose Zainab because of her pure heart. He invited her to the palace as his wife—a princess in the making.
The palace was shocked. At court, Yusha declared he wouldn’t be crowned until Zainab was respected. The Queen embraced her, proclaiming:
“Let it be known, from this day forward, Zainab is Princess Zainab of the Royal House. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects the crown.”
Zainab, once hidden and unloved, was now a princess honored for her heart—not her appearance.