When I get on the bus, the girls see me and leave the seat
When I go to the bank, post office or any office, let the girls cross the line and let me go, and start with the 19th number itself …!
Whenever I have a fight with a girl in public, I have the right to slap the girl and the girl should not raise her hand from the front … as expected from a man …!
I have the right to wear whatever I want … so from now on I will only wear skin tight underwear …!
And listen, if a girl feels bad about the appearance of my body kits or any other organ, then it is not my fault, it will be a mess of her mind …!
When the bike is punctured, the boy will stand at the roadside stop and play a game on the mobile, and the girl will go to get a puncture while riding on the tank of the motorcycle …!
And just like that, when the petrol runs out, the boy will take the steering wheel and the girl will push the car …!
Look, I believe in equality. I also have to give equal rights to women. I don’t consider them inferior to me …!
So in the cold of December, when I got on a local bus and ran out of space, I would run and sit on the seat and Nabila, Shakila Saima would be standing. Saba, Mahosh, Sadaf, Ayesha, etc. will hang on to the pipe outside the bus. And get into your mouth and make a fuss.
The gutter in our neighborhood is closed and I will call a feminist woman who will go down to the gutter and clean the gutter and throw away the buckets.
And today it’s my neighbor’s turn for water. He told me that his son Jabbar has a fever. Get up, don’t let the water be late …!
Look, now it is not an option for a girl that if she gets a job, she gets it, otherwise she will not stay at home. This will show her weakness. Now, if she does not get a job, she has to go to Uncle Ghafoor’s brick kiln. And we talked to the contractor of Sobia who is constructing the road, he needs a laborer to put the coal there, he will pay Rs. 450 a day … and at the same time it became a matter of Shumaila to go to the market at 4 o’clock in the morning Sitting on the same trolley and traveling 170 km …
When you come back, unloading a big trawl of fertilizer is Rs. 10 per sack.
Listen to the sorry women …! Now it is not a matter of money. You can take a loan from the village Chaudhry. You will humiliate him 20 times a month instead of 20,000. No matter what happens, there are many men and you are no less than men. And yes, if it is late in repaying the loan, Chaudhry will pick you up and take you to the camp, beat you with 6 slaves, put you on the thugs’ laps, kick you in the navel, eat as easily as men eat …!
Look, now that you are old, don’t worry, don’t do the heavy work, just load the toys on the bicycle and go out to the villages from morning to evening to sell. Put on two clothes from rags wearing broken shoes, pick up the cooler of hot eggs in the cold chilly night and go out making noises on the city streets … hot eggs …!
After all, you are a little less than a man … !!
The last thing you disagree with is right. Yes, not opposition and abuse