Mufaddal Saifuddin encourages women to make roti, so her husbands become happy and she gets some exercise.
Mohabbat ni roti!
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4 responses to “Mohabbat ni roti!”
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Oh, Mufaddal, with your twisted mind,
In your cruel grasp, all reason’s confined.
Your wild ideas, as cold as night,
You think they’re grand, but they’re far from right.You force women to cook and slave,
Ignoring their dreams, the freedom they crave.
A roti on the flame, their endless chore,
While your own life is free to explore.Your madness drives you to control,
With a heart of stone and a barren soul.
You cage their spirit, you bind their will,
Demanding they bend to your twisted thrill.Exploiting people for their hard-earned pay,
You steal their joy, you steal their day.
With greedy hands, you take their gold,
Their stories of struggle left untold.In your eyes, they’re just tools for the day,
To serve and toil, without say.
But hear me, Mufaddal, your reign won’t last,
For change is coming, the die is cast.Your crazy notions, built on sand,
Will crumble and fall by their own hand.
For freedom’s light is breaking through,
And soon your dark days will be through. -
I think there is nothing wrong in it, Woman should take care of her family that’s the MOST important of her role according to Islam.
I never oppose brainlessly, I only oppose where there is wrong.
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Let her care for her family in her own way. Why force an activity upon her or elevate the activity beyond its natural place? Making rotis does not equate to caring for one’s family.
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No body is forcing any one to do anything.
Why get so much grief.
Those who benefit from the sermon are the happy ones. Those who don’t can waste their energy criticizing our mowla.
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