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