Daughters Would Be Daughters
An Instructive Story
Adabi Stories
Uncle Rashid tell me one thing?
Why do you work so hard all time? He sees neither sunshine nor rain.
Just keep working all the time.
This time when I came to the village on holiday from Lahore, I could not help but ask Uncle Rashid.
First tell me how we will all go to heaven. Then I will answer your question. Uncle Rashid had asked me the opposite question.
Uncle, this is also something to ask.
Everyone will goheaven because of good deeds.
I replied with a wide chest.
You are right, son, but there is another things with out which none of us can go heaven. And that is the mercy of the beautiful Lord, the Son who will take us to Paradise.
Oh uncle _____ one you sit down with these very deep things. I nodded.
Listen, son.
That Lord will not send us to heaven without His mercy and know that the same Lord has sent His mercy to this world in the form of “Dhi Rani”. How fortunate I am that her mercy revolves around my whole house in the form of Fatima Dhi Rani. His laughter and mischief make the whole house a paradise.
Now, God willing, she is able to get married. So I only work for the dowry of that poor queen, son. I wish that with the mercy of the Lord I would not be neglected or abused. That is why I serve him wholeheartedly. So that they may rejoice, because if she rejoices, then the Lord Sohna will rejoice over me as a sinner.
I am also afraid that on the Day of Judgment, Lord Sohna will ask, “You have not paid the right of my mercy in the true sense, so shall I show my face there?”
And Fatima Dhi Rani is dearer to me than my life, son. As he spoke, Uncle Rashid’s eyes began to water. Uncle was sad, And son. I am even more afraid of the fate of tens. God forbid that if something bad happens, he will die while he is still alive.
Uncle was silent with a cold sigh.
And I’m anxious _______
The uncle then stared into the distance and said
that the sons are not always the mothers, but the daughters are everyone’s companions.
That’s why I’m little lame with this right leg.
Uncle Rashid was talking and I was listening to him like a good listener.
Anxiety to hear the whole thing was clearly visible on my face. It was the night of winter. When the evenings faded quickly and the thick clouds of fog would cover everything as soon as the evening came.
One such night, some unsuspecting robbers raided the house of Chaudhry Sahib of Pind. With what intention did Kam Bakht come to know that Chaudhry Sahib’s doll Amna was being taken away. That Amna was also Dhi Rani, not her son and Dhiya is everyone’s companion. Then Dhi, whether it is for Shaida Kama or for any Chaudhry of Pind.
So how can I let Amna Dhi Rani go with those robbers?
I remembered Allah Sohne and then attacked him with a long, strong bamboo stick. They were armed. And while I was fighting with one robber, another robber stabbed my right leg with a pistol. My horrible scream scared the whole atmosphere.
The robbers were also frightened and frightened by my scream and when they saw the people of the village coming towards us, they found safety in running away. Later, Chaudhry Sahib, in spite of my refusal, had rewarded me with many rewards and had treated me very well.
Chaudhry Sahib was doing charity and I was ashamed. Does anyone do good to anyone even by saving his beloved queen? That was my duty, son, in the fulfillment of which even that beautiful Lord had made me happy. I was listening to my uncle’s words like an idol. Uncle raised his hand and thanked the Lord and said to me, “Good son, I am leaving now.” Dhi Rani must be waiting for me.
I watched Uncle Rashid disappear from my sight and wondered how anyone could take away God’s mercy. It is only available to those for whom he says “Kun”. My footsteps were now on my way home. There were tents in the open field outside. Everyone was waiting for the rain to come. Today was the wedding of Uncle Rashid’s sister Rani “Fatima”. Uncle Bhagam Bhag was doing everything. All he was saying to everyone was to go and eat Raj’s bread today and to pray for the good fortune of everyone and my Dhi Rani.
In a short time there was a commotion everywhere and the rain came. The rain has come. Barat was received by Uncle Rashid as well as Chaudhry Sahib of Pind. Chaudhry and his son were also present. Maulvi Sahib had also come for the marriage and he had also started the ritual of regular marriage by sitting next to the bridegroom.
The ceremony had just begun when loud voices began to come and then the talk reached to bitter rhetoric with sharp accents. It turned out that the bridegroom was stubborn to keep some of his illegal conditions. Uncle Rashid was doomed. He was folding his arms in front of the bridegroom and begging him not to oppress me. I will die. I have spent my whole life and I am giving as much as I can to my daughter. Do not disgrace my daughter like this.
But the bridegroom came as if he had sworn that he would take the bride home only after fulfilling the conditions. Uncle was going crazy.
There were rumors everywhere.
Uncle Rashid did not know what he was thinking and he was about to fall at the feet of the bridegroom when Chaudhry Sahib of Pind immediately grabbed him and ordered him to stand quietly to one side.
Then Chaudhry Sahib addressed the father of the bridegroom and said in a cruel tone that if our daughter has to be married with dignity and without any condition, then Bismillah, otherwise you also know the way back.
The bridegroom would return with a smile on his face. Then Chaudhry Sahib seated his son at the place of the bridegroom and asked Maulvi Sahib to complete the marriage ceremony.
Uncle Rashid was shocked …
There were tears in his eyes and he prostrated there.
Then, sitting at the feet of Chaudhry Sahib, he said, “How can I get such a great favor from you?”
You have bought me, Mr. Chaudhry. I have kept my honor. It has saved my foot from the shame of a lifetime.
Chaudhry Sahib lifted Uncle Rasheed to his feet and said that those with whom he has a relationship do not fall in love, they do not fall on their feet. Hug me now. And Uncle Rashid hugged Chaudhry while wiping his cheeks.
Milk is everyone’s companion.
Then Dhi, whether it is for Shaida Kama or for any Chaudhry of Pind.
Written by Amina
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