Zainab a sim\u021bit cum \u00eei fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. Cuvintele Alinei i-au intrat \u00een suflet ca ni\u0219te cu\u021bite: \u201e\u0218tii cine e? Nu e un cer\u0219etor oarecare. E fiul unui negustor bogat, care s-a \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 printre s\u0103raci, doar ca s\u0103-\u0219i pedepseasc\u0103 tat\u0103l. Ai fost dat\u0103 pe m\u00e2na lui ca o pedeaps\u0103, ca o batjocur\u0103. Nu pentru c\u0103 te-a iubit cineva.\u201d<\/p>\n
Zainab a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103. \u00centreaga lume i s-a p\u0103rut atunci \u0219i mai \u00eentunecat\u0103 dec\u00e2t oric\u00e2nd. A plecat acas\u0103 cu pa\u0219i grei, iar \u00een acea sear\u0103 a r\u0103mas t\u0103cut\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i r\u0103spund\u0103 lui Yusha la glumele lui simple \u0219i calde. El a sim\u021bit ceva, dar nu a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut, iar \u00eendoiala i-a ros sufletul. \u00cel asculta descriindu-i r\u0103s\u0103ritul, dar cuvintele sorei \u00eei r\u0103sunau mereu \u00een minte. \u00centr-o noapte, adun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i tot curajul, l-a \u00eentrebat:<\/p>\n
\u2013 De ce ai acceptat s\u0103 m\u0103 iei de so\u021bie?<\/p>\n
A urmat o t\u0103cere lung\u0103. Doar trosnetul lemnelor din sob\u0103 se auzea. Apoi vocea lui Yusha a venit, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2013 Pentru c\u0103 \u00een ziua \u00een care tat\u0103l t\u0103u te-a \u00eempins spre mine, eu am v\u0103zut ceva ce al\u021bii n-au v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103. Tu n-ai nevoie de ochi ca s\u0103 str\u0103luce\u0219ti. Ai o inim\u0103 curat\u0103, iar eu… eu aveam nevoie de asta. Da, am fost fiu de negustor, dar banii nu mi-au adus dec\u00e2t minciuni \u0219i tr\u0103d\u0103ri. Am ales s\u0103 plec, s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc simplu, \u0219i abia atunci am sim\u021bit ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 libertatea.<\/p>\n
Zainab a sim\u021bit cum lacrimile \u00eei curg pe obraji. Nu de durere, ci de alinare. \u00cen inima ei, ceva se a\u0219ezase la locul potrivit.<\/p>\n
\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile ce au urmat, vestea s-a r\u0103sp\u00e2ndit prin sat: fata oarb\u0103 tr\u0103ia \u00een coliba cer\u0219etorului, dar r\u00e2dea mai des dec\u00e2t femeile din casele mari. Oamenii treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 colib\u0103 \u0219i se opreau s\u0103 asculte c\u00e2ntecele lui Yusha \u0219i r\u00e2sul Zainabei. Unii chiar \u00ee\u0219i duceau copiii acolo, ca s\u0103 le povesteasc\u0103 basme.<\/p>\n
Dar tat\u0103l ei nu putea accepta asta. Umilit de faptul c\u0103 \u201eblestemul\u201d lui tr\u0103ia fericit, s-a \u00eenfuriat. \u00centr-o sear\u0103, a venit peste ei, strig\u00e2nd \u0219i amenin\u021b\u00e2nd:<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u00ce\u021bi iau fata \u00eenapoi! Ea nu are ce c\u0103uta cu un nimic ca tine!<\/p>\n
Yusha s-a ridicat \u00een fa\u021ba lui, f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ea nu mai e a ta. Aici e casa ei, aici e familia ei.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, tat\u0103l a v\u0103zut c\u0103 fiica lui, cea pe care o numise mereu \u201epovar\u0103\u201d, st\u0103tea dreapt\u0103, cu fruntea sus, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l de m\u00e2n\u0103 pe so\u021bul ei. Zainab a vorbit cu o for\u021b\u0103 pe care nu o mai sim\u021bise niciodat\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2013 Tat\u0103, m-ai f\u0103cut s\u0103 cred c\u0103 sunt un nimic. Dar azi \u0219tiu c\u0103 valorez mai mult dec\u00e2t tot aurul t\u0103u. Po\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 alungi, po\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 ur\u0103\u0219ti, dar nu-mi po\u021bi lua ceea ce am g\u0103sit aici: demnitatea \u0219i iubirea.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul a amu\u021bit. A plecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic, dar ochii oamenilor din sat \u00eel urm\u0103reau. Nu mai era respectat ca \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut, iar coliba lor s-a transformat \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 mic\u0103, dar plin\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103. Yusha lucra cu m\u00e2inile lui, iar Zainab preg\u0103tea p\u00e2ine \u0219i br\u00e2nz\u0103 pe care s\u0103tenii o l\u0103udau ca fiind \u201ef\u0103cut\u0103 cu suflet\u201d. \u00cen fiecare sear\u0103, oamenii se adunau s\u0103 le asculte pove\u0219tile, iar cei mici cre\u0219teau vis\u00e2nd mai departe.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, c\u00e2nd soarele cobora peste dealuri, Yusha a luat m\u00e2na Zainabei \u0219i i-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2013 Dac\u0103 lumea nu \u021bi-a dat ochi, \u021bi-a dat o inim\u0103 care vede mai departe dec\u00e2t oricine.<\/p>\n
Ea a z\u00e2mbit \u0219i a r\u0103spuns cu glas tremurat:<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u0218i tu mi-ai ar\u0103tat c\u0103 fericirea nu st\u0103 \u00een ceea ce vedem, ci \u00een ceea ce sim\u021bim.<\/p>\n
Iar satul \u00eentreg a \u0219tiut, f\u0103r\u0103 urm\u0103 de \u00eendoial\u0103, c\u0103 fata oarb\u0103 \u0219i \u201ecer\u0219etorul\u201d erau cei mai boga\u021bi dintre to\u021bi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Zainab a sim\u021bit cum \u00eei fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. Cuvintele Alinei i-au intrat \u00een suflet ca ni\u0219te cu\u021bite: \u201e\u0218tii cine e? Nu e un cer\u0219etor oarecare. E fiul unui negustor bogat, care s-a \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 printre s\u0103raci, doar ca s\u0103-\u0219i pedepseasc\u0103 tat\u0103l. Ai fost dat\u0103 pe m\u00e2na lui ca o pedeaps\u0103, ca o […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7059,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7058","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\/7058","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=7058"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7058\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7060,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7058\/revisions\/7060"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7059"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7058"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7058"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7058"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}