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‘Look, don’t talk like a fool. Maut and hayat, our death and life, is in Allah’s hands. Even if a rock is smashed over the heads of some people, they don’t die. That is because it is Allah’s wish that they should live. Just like that, if it is Allah’s wish that this one should live, then it will live. If not, it will die. Why should you trouble Yakub for that?’
USTAD SETAN
You have a right to all this. He has to give you all this. If he does not, hold his collar in front of people and demand them. This mutawalli, take the slipper from your foot in your hands, slap him with it and insist. Do not beg. Demand justice. Do you know who gets justice? Only those who demand it.
As evening started to lose its light, lamps were lit around the house. But the lamp in Mehrun’s heart had been extinguished a long time ago.
People behave in strange and illogical ways when they’re afraid they may have to take responsibility.
There was no limit to his happiness when, just as he wished, a boy was born. Although I was not happy, one thing gave me satisfaction. At least we had not created another helpless prisoner of life like me. Instead of someone who had to live pathetically, without stability, a son was born who could step ahead proudly, in full arrogance of being male!
You gave me the strength to bear a lot of pain. But you should not have given him the cruelty to cause so much of it.
