Why am I feeling this way? I can't see the sadness that is stuck in my heart. If I don't cry, I won't feel relief. I am the bride, the bride of a blind man, and I am in my room where the light from the NEPA glows. Even my eyes have given me the chance to see the room that I never thought I would live in. Today is the day they call my wedding room. I, Sumayya, don't know when a certain kind of cry overwhelmed me, filled with immense frustration. Oh God, what have I done to my father's relatives who have put me in this life? I am trapped in this evil hatred. Oh God, all this I am saying while crying.
He stood for more than 30 minutes but couldn't reach the door. A certain kind of fear was stuck in his heart. Today is the day he is with women. He never thought about marriage, knowing he is a blind orphan and has nothing for himself. But today, they have given him women. He never thought he would have a chance to marry someone as poor as him. Would she accept him as a husband? Would she agree to live with him even if there was nothing? These are the things that troubled him. He quickly raised his leg, saying Bismillah, and walked with his stick, guiding himself to their wide door. He turned and pushed the door, closing it behind him, and slowly walked until he felt a small hill, which indicated he had reached the threshold of the room. He climbed up, feeling the structure of the room, moving slowly until he touched the window, carefully feeling until he grasped the curtain, which was extremely soft and fragrant. Since he was born, he never thought he would experience something like this. You know he is a person who has nothing; he doesn't ask for help from anyone unless it is a necessity that has become a must for him.
With a greeting on his lips, he lifted the curtain and leaned his stick against the door to the inside. I also responded to the greeting because it was necessary. I raised my head and looked at the one they meant by the blind groom, and I looked at him with a certain kind of frustration because he is a young man who cannot be less than 28 to 30 years old. It is not his fault that life has been hard on him; he can only be called unfortunate because he is the last beautiful tall white man whose hardship has stripped him of his hope. But despite that, his skin looks extremely soft, his beard is very thin, he has large bright eyes but useless in my view, his mouth is perfectly shaped, with a beautiful nose and a wide mouth. From what I see, he has a lot of hair, and his head is full of hair, but the lack of a proper beard makes him look different. But from what I see, he is of Fulani descent, even though he is not dirty. They call him a noble man, strong in body, wearing a fine outfit of a short-sleeved shirt and trousers that have been soaked in water, which he wore on his wedding day."
