Small acts
It seems that they have nothing. Not compared to others in the city, not compared to their families, and their friends. Sometimes when you see them you wonder what it is that keeps them together. Some say that their marriage was arranged, by whom they never say. No one knows. There doesn't seem to be much love between the two of them, many say.
But maybe you watch them, and sometimes when he smiles you notice that she does too, though it is a small smile. They don't act very loving, not as some do. Maybe they are just good friends. No one knows that they are even married.
Is that allowed? you wonder. Is it safe? She seems so fragile; you think she would break if anything were to happen to him. And maybe it's just your imagination, but he seems happier when they are together.
You can see then, that the others' words are empty.
They don't show their love openly, but maybe they have good reason. Maybe they are afraid. Everyone knows how much she's been hurt by her father, by everyone. They all know how they've hurt her. But for once, you know that it doesn't matter, and that we are all forgiven.
You know that they are in love. You can see her sister smiling.