“I am a man of honor,” her father said.
“So we have your word?” the officer asked.
Diana waited breathlessly in the back of the squad car. Could it be true? Had the families agreed to let her marry? It had been wrong to try to elope, but there had seemed no way to secure consent between the families. Harsh words were spoken. Threats were made. By the time the police had drafted the agreement to secure Diana’s safety, gunshots had rung out at her beloved’s house.
Her father extended a hand to the policeman. “We have all agreed. The marriage can take place.” At that, his eyes slid to her.
Could she trust him?
It was a hope so sweet it was worth believing. Because if there wasn’t love, there wasn’t hope. And if there wasn’t hope, life wasn’t worth living.
He was a man of honor, after all.
This story was inspired by a real-life Romeo and Juliet tale out of Lod that is every bit as tragic as Shakespeare’s take on forbidden love:
The UN estimates that around 5,000 women and girls are murdered each year in so-called “honor killings” by members of their families.