I saw a ruined house, the whole wall of the house had collapsed and was now a small one because of the hardship. The door of the house was open!! Even passersby were looking inside the house.....I saw a young woman carrying a sack and saying, “Oh, what kind of disaster is this? If the house is always open because of the lack of respect, you all live there without anyone to open the door or your jealousy is not there. What is the use of poverty? God, make a wall of iron for us.”
"No, Aunty Wasila, let us breathe again, this house, if it is not opened, what will become of it, the house will rot and the ground will be red, by God, or in the case of your grandmother, I made money to relieve my frustration, I stopped and came out of my father's house, all he did was harm us, it was just a useless task." She finished speaking, dragging on for a long time!
A mother who was kneeling by the well washing her clothes said, “What did you say, Rashida? I myself said that I was going to marry your father because he died and left me with hardship and sorrow. Before he came to our house, there were many important people who came to marry me. I said I wanted him because I saw him as handsome at first. But after a long journey between us, I realized that beauty is not just a debt. Marry a rich man and you will be free from the sorrows of this world.”
Rashi, pushing the bundle of hair forward, said, “Oh my God, I promised you, I'm getting married, you're insulting me, I won't marry a 'little man', I'll choose you and I'll be happy, and this beauty of mine won't go to waste.”
Mother said, “Oh, city girl, do whatever you want, your mother is beautiful, your father is beautiful, no one is worthy of looking at you since no one is helping us, so why would he say you have to get married? No matter what she does, no matter what kind of beauty you have, go out and find big, well-endowed men. I personally don't want this beauty that God has given you to go to waste.”
Wasila, who was standing there listening to them, said, “Now, Mom, if I understand you, you want us to go on a prostitution tour, right?”
The mother said, “So what if you are a prostitute? You are seeking your own destruction by going and taking someone else's body and offering your body to satisfy their needs, but who will see what is not visible on the forehead?”
Wasila said, “Well, Rashida, I told you, whatever you do, I swear I will not tarnish my honor and dignity. I agree to do any kind of job, but not prostitution.”
My mother said, “You are old and you are not smart, you are not smart, whatever business you do now is not prostitution, you will be handed over to me now, you will feel the heat! Now you will see me turning the steering wheel of a car like you are a fool, I know that big people will definitely be angry with you.”
