In a village, a girl arrived as a bride. Women from the entire village would come to see her according to the tradition and advise her to be cautious and live carefully. She would often inquire, “Who is Mai Rahmate?” and the response she received would reveal itself in due time.
Soon enough, a commotion ensued, and an elderly woman entered the street, engaging in a fight. It became apparent that she was Mai Rahmate, and quarreling seemed to be her regular activity. No child, elderly man, or even animals in the village could escape her confrontations.
Her fights were so intense that even the animals, including cows, buffaloes, oxen, dogs, and horses, avoided encountering this woman. Mai Rahmate’s belligerence knew no bounds.
Until one day, the bride spoke up, saying, “Hey Mai, if your intention is to fight, first establish some principles. If you are up for a fight every day, let’s make it interesting. If you can manage to fight consistently for six months, come and meet me. I will sow the seeds of corn with you. If you can continue fighting for a year, we will jointly plow the fields. After two years of battling, we will share the harvest. If you can endure for three years, then let’s get married. We’ll build a home together. Since your entire life seems dedicated to fighting, make it worthwhile.”
Mai Rahmate, taken aback by the bride’s audacity, stopped fighting. From that day forward, she never engaged in fights again. It is said that Mai Rahmate no longer fights.