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She is a bad daughter. A terrible selfish one. She left her parents and went off to another country. She won’t come back to have an arranged marriage. She won’t come back to take care of her parents.
She isn’t one of those parasites who sponge of their parents hard earned money. She chose to be selfish and make her own money and be independent. She won’t go back to take her parent’s money. A cruel daughter she is.
She refuses to have an arranged marriage and go back every weekend to her parents and take all her relationship problems to them. She won’t involve her parents in every shit and force them to solve it for her. Instead, she chooses to take care of herself. What a horrible person.
She doesn’t call her parents every day and talk to them for 3 hours. She can only call them once in 2 days! The horrible woman she is. What does she do in her free time? Most probably go out with men and get drunk!
Why doesn’t she understand the society she is from? Why doesn’t she understand her parent’s situation? Doesn’t she know the insinuating questions about ‘her being single abroad’ her parents have to face every day? Shouldn’t she put a stop them? She should just quit her job, quench any career ambitions she has and just go back to her parents, have an arranged marriage and maybe get raped by the husband every day. But she won’t do it. She chooses to live life according to what’s convenient for her! Bad, horrible selfish daughter.
Doesn’t she know? Freedom, independence, life on your own terms are all for the western people. Not for women like her or for families like hers. She needs to follow her culture! But she won’t. A woman with no culture. A disgrace to her parents.
On the top of all she has done and humiliated her parents, now she wants to be with someone she met and she ‘likes’. She should be shot or burned alive. Maybe she would have been. If she was back home.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.