When Love Does not Honor Father

I am a young man, living in a middle-class noble family. My father was a high-ranking officer, a very respected "Pasha" descendant in an unnamed land. My mother was equally honorable, a lady of a prominent noble family in her native Land, a highly educated, best-graduate economist who held important and highly respected positions among the country's political elite.

I am the eldest child, my sister is two, man and woman. We live in a noble atmosphere with our own rules of life. The journey of life is fully governed by laws and noble norms. Our big family only knows about the association with the nobility or the high class of the equivalent! Somehow, I feel dissatisfied with this way of life. I feel constrained and shackled by the social class that the gods deemed family. I did not feel the real life I was looking for (like living in prison). I feel more alive? precisely when hanging out with friends and subordinates who face life with full of resistance and struggle.
This turned my family upset, they thought I was careless and could not keep my family's social status. My association with people who are always wet sweat in searching for a stomach and a bite of rice is considered embarrassing family. But I did not care.

Where I was studying, I fell in love with my colleagues. A girl full of inner zahir charm. I am interested in the simplicity, the mercy and the glory of morality. From the shade of his face I caught in the recesses of his heart loyalty and tardiness. Her beauty and intelligence are amazing. She is a civilized and accomplished girl, just like me.



Love was welcome. She also felt what I felt. I feel I have found the right life partner. We promise to place this love in the sacred ties that Allah provides, the marriage bond.

Finally we both graduated with the highest scores on the faculty with exemplary student college degree. Then came the time to realize our dreams come true. We want to blend a happy love in a straight path. I would like to apply and marry a girl of the heart to the family. I invite him to visit home. My father, mother and brother were all amazed by their beauty, gentleness, and intelligence. My mother praised her taste in choosing the color of clothing as well as her subtle language speech.

After the visit, Dad asked about his father's work. I also gave a tau, immediately explode the storm of my father's anger and continue to slam the glass that is nearby. Even he threatened "This marriage should not happen forever!" My father insists that as long as he is alive the design of marriage with the noble girl should not happen. My brain vessels almost broke out at that moment to withstand the crushing feelings of unimaginable inner pain.