She was scared of her old family traditions. She told him that she was a girl and according to her it was difficult to cope up with things as a girl.
He was a warrior and was fearful about her doubts. He was ready to fight with all fears and all evils of the world. All he demanded was a little hope. A hope which would give him a reason to live, a reason to assert, a reason to fight for and a reason to change everything.
She just could not give him a little hope which was not impossible. He could live with a small little fake hope. He could change the course of the wind, path of galaxies and chemistry of life. He could change the traditions and could fight with the beasts of cruel traditions alone. But all he needed was a little hope.
She refused to give him a cute hope which could be his reason to live. Now as she isolated and get separated from him(she was like his soul) he had started moving towards death. Day by day his condition became miserable. His family and friends could not understand the reason of his silence. It was like happiness was murdered.
One day an old and pious man (impressed by his personality and firmness of decision) , close to Allah (God), met him and inquired about his pathetic condition. He told everything clearly. The pious old man just gave him a small hope.
And he died of happiness.
