Dangerous Women 

A man asked an old man, "I heard that the woman you married was a woman of great letters, and you divorced her out of fear" from a quiet old man sitting on a chair under a banyan tree. A mantle said sarcastically, while the group of young people sitting nearby laughed at each other, "Allah bless her, she was a very good woman." Smiles subsided, and a young man said in a loud voice, "But Baba Ji, people say

She was a very eloquent woman... wasn't she?" The old man remained silent for a while and then said, "You are right, that woman was very eloquent and I divorced her out of fear. This is the thing. So it is against masculinity, where is the bravery to be afraid of a woman?" said the young man excitedly. I was not afraid of the woman, I was afraid of "her" to whom she had access. The calm answer. The young men were surprised. They saw each other. Such women should be in hell... No power or strength. Where is a noble man like you? 

The thread of the old man's curious life was exposed. Curiosity ended, and now everyone started to disperse one by one. Those who left had read the title, the story had to be made by themselves. Those who remained were the ones who wanted to know the real story. I used to think the same way, that he should be in hell, only then I gave him a life like a hell" worried in the old eyes. This was when I was employed by the government for one rupee per month. My mother wanted me to get married. The daughter of a groundnut seller my mother liked. Classy, ​​beautiful, and quiet at the same time. I objected to this relationship as she was a groundnut seller. was the daughter of

Children of workers are worried about their stomachs, not training. Training is done in big families where poverty is unable to steal the light of eyes. What training will she give to my children? That mother did not want to hear the name of anyone except her. Then she got married and came to my house. At the time of leave, her father said to me: My daughter is simple, she has no special knowledge of worldly affairs. So forgive me, this is the one with a big heart, she will keep her 'Sane' happy" she was just like what my mother had told me. Elegant, graceful, and submissive. Oldman's story will be the same.

Or did she stay in bed until she was weaned? I didn't care about that either. Then she started to breastfeed at home, her hand skills came in handy, that's how her bread was managed, and I thought this. Kar became more careless than before. One day a neighbor stopped me and said, "During the day when you are not at home, the sounds of talking come from your house". Did she use to talk in a voice? Anger was beyond the limit, I just didn't want to kill her, but I was just on the verge of an opportunity. One night, I opened my eyes to the sound of someone speaking, in the silver night. Everything in the yard was visible.

I got up and came to the door. Now the voice was more clear. She was saying. Wake up! There is flour in the house for one loaf in the morning, he will eat one loaf and leave, thinking that I will be hungry all day. My bread was given with respect as long as it was under your responsibility when you gave it to your deputy. When I gave my hand, I started getting insulted and tormented along with the bread, give me the bread now... Your appointed deputy turned out to be a traitor. She was complaining about me? But from whom??? Who was the one who gave her bread before me? I came out and saw her sitting on the cot in the middle of the yard with a needle and thread in her hand and a frame talking to herself. There was no one there. My feet.

She was complaining to Allah about me She seemed like a different creature to me at that moment. She spoke very little but with whom she spoke so much? Today I understood. She was the daughter of a very great father. What kind of woman was she who knew God despite poverty? My body was trembling with fear. As day dawned, I packed my things and left her at her house. Father-in-law asked the reason for the divorce. So I started saying I was scared. This is a woman with a big letter, she complains about me in the big court. I am afraid that if one day the king gets angry, he will not doom me. The truth was that I could not do justice to her. was standing

He started saying when I turned around. I told you that she doesn't care about the world, she only knows how to please 'Sani'." She meant Allah and I understood myself. When I returned home, it was revealed to me that the night she asked for. So give me bread yourself, your deputy turned out to be a traitor" and today the power of non-maintenance has been taken away from me, I cried profusely, his shadow was very big, the one who had access to him was the Lord of the two worlds. He who had a loaf of bread was heavy on me, what could he not do for it? I was really scared. I am still afraid that he did not curse me.

The old man's eyes were moist. I could not recognize him with my blind eyes, I was not afraid, although I should have been afraid, his shadow had already said, "Fear God in the matter of women." Until the end of the story, only one young man was sitting next to the Old man. Many people know the stories but only one can reach the truth.