Our daughters: <br />They enter the world some adored and cherished <br />Others scorned for not being born a son. <br /> <br />But these daughters: <br />Are the apples of our eyes who joke and play <br />And serve us life long! <br /> <br />Our daughters <br />Are the road to paradise in a life yet to live, <br />If only we treated them well! <br /> <br />And our wives, <br />If only we loved them as is their due <br />Paradise would be ours because of them. <br /> <br />And our mothers, <br />With Paradise at their feet, God gave them a status so sublime <br />that men who knew it would want to be women. <br /> <br />Our poem is simple and speaks of no metaphor: <br />For Paradise is achieved <br />Through raising our daughters, <br />Cherishing our wives <br />And respecting our mothers.<br /><br />Rukhsar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughters-8/
