Let me tell you a story about a friend :
He called her father, asking for a meeting... About what, he didn't know... Perhaps just to apologize for the misalignment of fate. They met at a café, ordered juice. The waiter placed it on the table and left.
He began, "Uncle, I was patient with her until I grew tired. I no longer have the strength to endure... I reprimanded her, and I reprimanded her again. 'La yukallifu Allahu nafsan illa wus'aha'{Al-Baqarah (2:286)}., uncle... But your daughter exceeds my capacity. That girl drained all my blood... Uncle, I won't tell you what she did or with whom... So please don't ask. I can't bear to make you hate your daughter as much as I do.
"Uncle, I don't question your upbringing—you are wise, you know. But I, uncle, I misjudged her. I thought she was paradise, while I, engulfed in the flames of hell, was at ease.
"Uncle, I gave her all of me, and when she needed all of me, I never hesitated to carry her. She didn't need anyone but me. And when she did, that other me carried her too...
"I have nothing left but my reputation and the prayers of my parents. I didn't commit worldly sins with her. Uncle, I told you, I would complete half my faith with her. I'm done, uncle. Forgive me. I am drunk without wine today. I'm telling you, I am a man who cries now... And I tell you, I won't cry again."
Silence fell. The sound of a man sobbing broke it. Yes, men cry, my dear. But no one will see them. They cry in empty places, perhaps as empty as they are inside.
After a sob resembling a gasp before death, he continued, "This is the story of my failure, sir... I'm sorry, mother. Those kilometers separating our doors were pointless. They truly had no reason to exist. I tired you, mother... Sorry, uncle, I'm sorry... Forgive me, uncle, I swear I wished to be your son-in-law."
In the middle of his apology, which unveiled the cruelty of her actions to her father, he glanced away. He saw a young man with a cigarette. Her father, puzzled by the strange expression on his face, turned to look. There she was, with another man—someone else like him who chose not to propose to her. Someone else like him, but with many new clothes for celebrations.
Her father stood to go to her, but he stopped him. "Walk proudly, uncle. Keep your head high. She's still your daughter."
The wedding funeral continued, but her father was also invited. We took a cab and parted ways. Her father returned home and beat her senseless. He shouted as though avenging me, as though I were his son and she... a harlot. He made a mistake, though. He shouldn't have done that.
He locked her in her room and let his tears escape from their prison. Men cry, my dear—did you see? Moments later, they heard screaming from her room. Her father ran. "What's happening?"
Her mother cried, "Your daughter…"
"What about her?"
"She slashed her veins with something sharp!"
They rushed her to the hospital. The emergency room. The ICU. Time: 00:01.
The doctor said, "We stopped the bleeding, but we might lose her. We need a donor... another heart, for example."
Her father pleaded, "Take my heart, please! Save her!"
The doctor replied, "Sorry, sir, we need a young heart. Hers refuses to stay in her chest."
Whom would her father call? He did it. He woke him up and rushed him to the hospital. Without hesitation, he lay down to give his life for her. The doctor said, "We'll replace both your hearts. It doesn't matter who lives or who dies."
The operation succeeded. Three days later, he woke up, looked at her, and left. Two days after that, she woke up.
The nurse heard screaming and rushed to her room.
"What's wrong?" the nurse asked.
She cried, "Take this heart out of my chest! It's too full of pure love—I can't bear it!"
The nurse called the doctor, who sedated her. They diagnosed her and confirmed to her father that she had gone mad. She couldn't handle the love his heart carried for her.
She went insane with love, just as he had once been insane about her. He carried on with his life, unmoved, indifferent. Even after learning she had lost her mind, her lips muttering his name endlessly in her entirely broken mind, he didn't care.
He smiled, spent his nights with other bodies, and broke other hearts. What a pity... Oh, don't you worry. He took her heart, remember?