“I don’t care about your past,” she said finally, her voice steady and determined. “I care about who you are now, and who we are together.”

A look of relief washed over Yusha’s face as he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, Zainab. I promise, from this day forward, to always be honest with you.

In that moment, Zainab realized that love was not about perfection or pristine histories. It was about understanding, forgiveness, and the bond they had forged despite the world’s attempts to break them. Together, they were stronger than the whispers of the past, stronger than the judgments of others. And as they sat in the dim light of their humble hut, Zainab felt a sense of peace she had never known before—a peace that came from being truly seen, truly loved, and truly accepted.