Sheikh Nawazish Ali was sitting by the window of this upstairs room chatting with his sad friend, from where the way to the outer gate of the house was clearly visible. Nawaz Ali, a man of taste, had planted flower plants on the sides of the road, the beauty of which was on his barley, but in the middle of this spring, standing in the middle of the spring, Sheikh Sahib's wife was telling each other unique words. With the window open, these melodic songs were also reaching Sheikh Sahib's ears. He kept his two wives at home in separate portions. Even so, owning one is still beyond the reach of the average person. Now the next step was for both of them to bring a complaint to Sheikh Sahib. So he wanted to get out of the house before they came. He quickly grabbed the car key and left the room. The sincere friend went ahead and grabbed the key from his hand and said, “Sheikh Sahib! Your car is parked in the garage. Maybe some of the ammunition that came out of their mouths would be the cause of your martyrdom and I would lose my dear friend. ”So grab my car key, which is parked at the back of the house. You go out the back door. I will take your car and leave the main gate. ”Sheikh Sahib left the room looking at his dear friend with grateful eyes.
Poor Sheikh had his second marriage with Bada Chow, but when does a person have a bad time? The second wife came out four hands faster than the first. It is said that when the fox has a bad time, he turns from the forest to the city. In the same way, a man strikes his foot with an ax and turns to another marriage. Second marriage is a fight that every man longs to eat. Most of the poor people hide this longing in the basement of their heart and some Babang Dahls do this good deed. Even if this marriage remains a picture of ruin. It is also said that a man who remarries never dies. The questioners asked how? He said that when he goes to the house of one wife, the other says, "He has come from the house of this mother." Because of this, both houses become his mother's house. Some of us, married men, are happy that two wives serve well. The two wives try to serve their husbands better than each other to make their mark, but it seems that now the philosophy of more service has also flowed in the river of time. Nowadays, modern wives serve so much that not only do their husbands lose their hair, but they also do not allow them to carry the burden of cash. If one spends a thousand rupees, the other breathes a sigh of relief by vaccinating her husband for the next two thousand rupees. Then this poor child-like husband has to hide most of his income from them and he also has to think of words to weep over his plight.
If a man with two wives is sitting in a men's party and not only telling them the benefits of remarriage but also encouraging them to remarry, then understand that the poor man is miserable in his house and now in revenge. He also wants to throw others into this abyss. Some wives are so oppressive that these poor people long for these girls to sit together and gossip a little. Because in reality, his wives are holding the gun of anger and sitting with their hands on the trigger. That if they ever came face to face, they would blow each other up. But some gentlemen are so genius in this field that they would eat inside. Of course, fold your hands in front of the wives and beg them to make them look good outside, but when they come out, they confidently claim that there is an ideal love between their wives, Come and interview them after seeing the ideal love. Then, even if they are sitting far away, sighing to each other, but when someone comes to their house, they will sit like this as a show. As if these poor people were born twins. Men also have their own ways of getting remarried. Some do it with a bang, but most of the poor people do it secretly. A few years ago, Zubair Sahib, who lived in the sixth house from our house, took a week off from home under the pretext of preaching and went to have a second marriage with his friends. It was a missionary journey, the rewards of which he is still earning well and playing like a drum. Now we will be saddened to see the plight of this preacher, because Shariat has called this 1351 our neighbor. I am not against polygamy. Get it done, but look at your ribs. Brother! Those who ate carrots, what did their stomach ache do to us?