“I wanted to be a teacher,” she told him one evening as they sat by the small window watching the sunset.
“I loved learning. I loved the idea of helping children discover the world. My parents died when I was young.
Car accident. After that, I lived with my uncle’s family. They never wanted me there.
They saw me as a burden, but they kept me because it was their duty.
Daniel listened without interrupting. When I got into university, I thought I had finally found my way out.
I worked so hard. I got scholarships. I did everything right. But then my uncle decided I should marry this merchant, a man three times my age with two other wives.
He said it was for the good of the family. The merchant had offered a large bride price.
What did you say? I refused. I said I wanted to finish my degree first.
That I was not ready for marriage. My uncle was furious. He said I was disrespecting him and the family.
That I thought I was too good for them. That I needed to be taught humility.
So, he arranged for you to marry a homeless man. Zara nodded, tears filling her eyes.
He wanted to humiliate me, to break me, to show me what happens when you have pride and ambition.
Daniel was silent for a long moment. Then he spoke and his voice was filled with a quiet anger.
Your uncle is a fool. Intelligence and ambition are not sins. They are gifts. He tried to punish you for having the very qualities that make you strong.
He turned to look at her directly. You will finish your degree, Zara. I promise you that.
