The weight of her parents' disapproval pressed down on Zainab like a heavy shroud. Their staunch opposition to her relationship with Hassan was rooted in a long-held conviction: love was merely a distraction from the path of success.

"It was my fault to send you out to pursue your education," her father spoke, his voice firm and unwavering. "Your family's reputation depends on it."

"Love will only hinder your character," her mother chimed in, her tone laced with concern.

Yet Zainab stood resolute, her heart unwavering. "But I love him. He brings light into my life."

Her father's face hardened, a mask of authority. "We cannot support this. You must end this relationship."

Her mother’s voice softened, tinged with a hint of sadness. "We desire your happiness, but love is not the solution."

Days turned into a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken words. Zainab felt the walls closing in as her parents scrutinized her every move, curtailing her freedom.

No phone calls, no meetings. The suffocation was palpable.

Through it all, Hassan remained her anchor, his messages a balm to her troubled heart.

"Stay strong," he encouraged. "We will get through this together."

Zainab's resolve grew, yet shadows of doubt began to creep in.

Was she being selfish in her pursuit of love?

Was her happiness worth the potential fallout?

One evening, her mother approached her, a look of concern etched on her face.

"Zainab, we only wish for your well-being," she said gently.

"I understand, Mom," Zainab replied, her voice steady. "But couldn't you just consider giving me a chance."

Her mother sighed, a deep, weary sound. "We gave you a chance to prove yourself by sending you to a college but look at what you've brought us home. Nothing but shame."

Zainab's conviction only deepened in response.

"I understand your betrayal, but Hassan is different," she asserted.

Her mother’s expression darkened, disappointment evident as she turned and left the room, leaving Zainab enveloped in solitude. Moments later, her father entered, a confusion in his eyes.

"I want to meet him," he declared.

Zainab's heart raced, a flicker of hope igniting within her.

Perhaps her father would see the kindness that Hassan embodied.

As she lay in bed that night, She thought about the conflicts that are being layed in front of her.

Was she ready to face it?

Her own fears and uncertainties loomed large.