Her father married his daughter, blind from birth, to a beggar, and what happened next shocked many. Zainab had never seen the world, but she felt its cruelty with every breath.

Un martedì, potenziato dalla sua nuova autonomia, Zainab lleva una cesta alle fueras del pueblo per raccogliere verdure. Sabé la camino: forty paces to the large stone, a sharp left turn upon perceiving the aroma of the tannery, e then straight ahead until the air cooled by the stream.

—Look at this— a voice whispered. It was a voice like broken glass. —The queen of the beggars went for a walk.

Zainab froze. “Aminah?”

Her sister invaded her personal space; the aroma of rose water was empalagoso and sofocante. “You look pathetic, Zainab. Of course. To think she traded a house for a dirty girl and a man who colors the sewer.”

—I am happy— Zainab said, her voice trembling but certain. —I am treated like gold. Something our father never understands.

Aminah laughed, a high-pitched, sharp laugh that startled a nearby raven. “Gold? Oh, you poor, naive blind fool. Do you think he’s a beggar because he’s poor? Do you think this is a tragic romance?”

Aminah leans against Zainab’s fear. “He’s not a beggar, Zainab. It’s a penance. He’s the man who lost everything in a fight he couldn’t win. He doesn’t stay with me because of love. He stays with me because he hides. Use your blindfold as a cloak.”

The world was silent. The sounds of birds, water, wind… everything faded away, replaced by a roar in Zainab’s ears. She staggered in front of herself, her little stick struck a root, almost exploding.

“He’s a liar,” Aminah whispered. “Ask him about the Great Eastern Fire. Ask him why he can’t appear in the city.”

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