\u2014 \u201eEl nu e cer\u0219etorul pe care \u00eel crezi\u201d, i-a spus Amina cu un z\u00e2mbet otr\u0103vit. \u201e\u0218tii cine e, de fapt? E fiul negustorului care l-a umilit pe tata acum mul\u021bi ani. A c\u0103zut \u00een s\u0103r\u0103cie \u0219i a ajuns de ru\u0219inea lumii. \u0218i tu, sora mea oarb\u0103, ai ajuns nevasta lui. Ce glum\u0103 bun\u0103 face soarta!\u201d<\/p>\n
Vorbele acestea i-au p\u0103truns lui Zainab \u00een suflet ca un cu\u021bit. Se sim\u021bea sf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 \u00eentre dragostea care \u00eei \u00eenflorise \u00een inim\u0103 \u0219i amintirea unui tat\u0103 care nu o iubise niciodat\u0103, dar care acum era \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 prezent \u00een via\u021ba ei, prin am\u0103r\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n
A plecat din pia\u021b\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd, dar cu pa\u0219ii fermi. C\u00e2nd a ajuns la colib\u0103, Yusha o a\u0219tepta la u\u0219\u0103. I-a sim\u021bit m\u00e2inile calde prinse de ale ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eCe s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?\u201d, a \u00eentrebat el.<\/p>\n
Zainab a t\u0103cut mult timp. \u00cen aer mirosea a ceap\u0103 coapt\u0103, din casele vecine, \u0219i a lemn ars. I-a adus aminte de serile de iarn\u0103 din copil\u0103rie, c\u00e2nd, chiar dac\u0103 tat\u0103l ei o respingea, mama o str\u00e2ngea la piept \u0219i \u00eei \u0219optea pove\u0219ti despre oameni buni care transformau r\u0103ul \u00een bine.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eSpune-mi adev\u0103rul\u201d, i-a zis \u00eentr-un final. \u201eCine e\u0219ti, de fapt?\u201d<\/p>\n
Yusha a oftat. Apoi, cu glas domol, i-a povestit totul.<\/p>\n
Fusese fiul unui negustor \u00eenst\u0103rit. \u00cenv\u0103\u021base carte, \u0219tia s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 scrie, dar \u00een urma unor datorii \u0219i tr\u0103d\u0103ri, familia lui pierduse tot. Tat\u0103l lui murise de sup\u0103rare, iar el ajunsese pe drumuri. Cer\u0219itul fusese singura cale s\u0103 supravie\u021buiasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201eDar nu mi-am pierdut niciodat\u0103 credin\u021ba\u201d, i-a spus. \u201e\u0218i, de c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 un om poate fi bogat chiar \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 aur, at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t are iubire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zainab a sim\u021bit cum lacrimile \u00eei curg pe obraji. \u00cen cultura satului rom\u00e2nesc, bog\u0103\u021bia nu era m\u0103surat\u0103 doar \u00een bani. Era \u00een c\u00e2mpurile \u00eenverzite, \u00een p\u00e2inea cald\u0103 scoas\u0103 din cuptor, \u00een c\u00e2ntecele care r\u0103sunau la hor\u0103. \u0218i acum \u00een\u021belegea c\u0103 via\u021ba \u00eei oferise o comoar\u0103 pe care ochii ei nu ar fi putut-o cuprinde, dar inima da.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele ce au urmat, Zainab \u0219i Yusha au \u00eenceput s\u0103 ridice ceva nou \u00eempreun\u0103. Cu m\u00e2inile ei, fr\u0103m\u00e2nta aluat \u0219i f\u0103cea p\u00e2ine, dup\u0103 cum \u00ee\u0219i amintea de la mama. Cu m\u00e2inile lui, repara coliba \u0219i aducea lemne din p\u0103dure. \u00cen serile lungi de var\u0103, c\u00e2nd greierii c\u00e2ntau, Yusha \u00eei descria apusurile peste c\u00e2mpurile de floarea-soarelui, iar ea sim\u021bea c\u0103 le vede cu ochii inimii.<\/p>\n
Satele din jur au \u00eenceput s\u0103-i priveasc\u0103 altfel. Oamenii veneau s\u0103 guste din p\u00e2inea lor, s\u0103 asculte pove\u0219tile lui Yusha \u0219i s\u0103 vad\u0103 cum fata oarb\u0103, pe care to\u021bi o socoteau pierdut\u0103, \u00eenv\u0103\u021base s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 din nou.<\/p>\n
Tat\u0103l ei, \u00eens\u0103, a auzit zvonurile. \u00centr-o zi, a venit la colib\u0103. Nu pentru c\u0103-i p\u0103sa, ci pentru c\u0103 m\u00e2ndria lui fusese r\u0103nit\u0103: oamenii vorbeau mai frumos despre fata pe care el o renegase dec\u00e2t despre el.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u201e\u00centoarce-te acas\u0103\u201d, i-a spus Zainab cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103. \u201eDar acas\u0103 nu mai e locul unde m-ai \u021binut captiv\u0103. Acas\u0103 e aici, l\u00e2ng\u0103 omul care m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 simt lumina, chiar dac\u0103 nu o pot vedea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, tat\u0103l nu a g\u0103sit cuvinte. Plecase \u00een t\u0103cere, iar \u00een sat lumea a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 despre t\u0103ria fetei oarbe.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut. Coliba lor s-a transformat \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 modest\u0103, dar plin\u0103 de dragoste. P\u00e2inea lor era c\u0103utat\u0103 la t\u00e2rguri, iar pove\u0219tile lui Yusha ajungeau pe buzele copiilor care se str\u00e2ngeau seara la poart\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar Zainab, de\u0219i nu \u0219i-a rec\u0103p\u0103tat niciodat\u0103 vederea, a devenit pentru sat dovada vie c\u0103 adev\u0103rata frumuse\u021be nu st\u0103 \u00een ochi, ci \u00een inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, a\u0219a cum spunea bunica la pove\u0219tile de iarn\u0103, \u201elumina nu se vede cu ochii, ci cu sufletul\u201d.<\/p>\n
Iar Zainab \u0219i Yusha au tr\u0103it acea lumin\u0103 \u00een fiecare zi, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 nu o poveste de mil\u0103, ci una de biruin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2014 \u201eEl nu e cer\u0219etorul pe care \u00eel crezi\u201d, i-a spus Amina cu un z\u00e2mbet otr\u0103vit. \u201e\u0218tii cine e, de fapt? E fiul negustorului care l-a umilit pe tata acum mul\u021bi ani. A c\u0103zut \u00een s\u0103r\u0103cie \u0219i a ajuns de ru\u0219inea lumii. \u0218i tu, sora mea oarb\u0103, ai ajuns nevasta lui. Ce glum\u0103 bun\u0103 face […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5463,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5462","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5462"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5462\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5464,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5462\/revisions\/5464"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5463"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5462"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5462"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}