There lived a wrestler in a village. He was very famous and well-known in his area. He had only one daughter. She was pampered and brought up with love and affection. Beautiful and delicate.
When his daughter reached the threshold of youth, he began to worry about marriage. Since he was a wrestler himself, he chose a wrestler for his daughter. Tall, well-built, with a thick mustache, a nervous landlord.
He sent away his daughter, who had been brought up with great care. Less than six months had passed when his wrestler son-in-law beat her and threw her out, saying she didn't know how to do any household work.
The father was deeply saddened, but he didn't say anything to anyone, fearing it would create a unnecessary spectacle. He told his wife to teach her everything necessary for household chores. The mother taught her everything from sweeping and mopping to cooking. After a few months, they made peace. They called their son-in-law. He apologized, saying he was ashamed that he hadn't taught her household chores in his pampering.
Not six months had passed. The daughter returned to her parents' home, beaten again. She said she didn't know how to sew. The wrestler was deeply saddened. He then told his wife to teach her sewing and embroidery. She taught her sewing, embroidery, gota embroidery, quilts, bedding, even curtains and azaarband. Then he called his son-in-law, apologized for his mistake, and sent his daughter away.
A few more months passed. The daughter, pale and pale, returned to her parents' home, beaten again. She said she couldn't manage the fields and barns with him. She didn't know how to milk the cows and buffaloes. The wrestler was deeply saddened and distressed. Oh God, what a fate this daughter had! Anyway, she was highly respected in the world. He remained silent. He would take his daughter with him to the fields and teach her the heavy work. And once again, he bid farewell to his daughter with many blessings.
A few days passed. Then the daughter returned to her parents' home, crying. The wrestler asked, "What's the matter now?" She said, "My husband says you move too much while kneading dough." The wrestler now understood everything. His son-in-law had developed a habit of beating him and was addicted to intimidating his wife. He said, "Daughter, I taught you everything. But I didn't teach you whose daughter you are." The daughter was surprised. But it was just a foolishness.
A few days later, the wrestler's son-in-law realized that a lot of time had passed, and neither had his father-in-law apologized nor had he sent his daughter back. Anyway, he went to his in-laws' house to get news. His father-in-law stopped him at the door and said, "Go back on these same feet. Remember this date. Come back in two years and take your wife. If I see you here before then, I'll have your legs broken and you'll be sent back." The son-in-law was worried, but his return came in the way. And he returned. Days passed. The wrestler would take his daughter to the fields in the early hours of the morning and send her home at sunrise. The wife asked repeatedly, but the secret remained unrevealed. Two years passed.
The son-in-law came to take his daughter. The father happily bid her farewell. A few days passed. The wrestler, driven by habit, began screaming and shouting, raising his hand to hit his wife. The wife, like a seasoned wrestler, lifted her husband by the arm and threw him to the ground. She said, "You know whose daughter I am." He understood what the father had taught his daughter this time in the past two years. And after that, the wrestler was never seen speaking to his wife in a loud voice again. And the daughter never returned home after being beaten again.
You must have learned what the father taught the daughter. Not everything is meant for the mother to teach. Fathers also instill certain qualities and self-confidence in their daughters. Therefore, I believe that in the current times, daughters must be taught to protect themselves. I believe so.
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