If there is a custom of short shirts, then my long shirts are salvat. And when the era of long shirts came, they cut the long shirts down to the knees… She used to wear the best clothes. If you want to go to a function, make a million vows, you are never allowed to wear lipstick. She used to say that when she becomes a bride, her appearance will not come. When she left school and came to college, the hijab was pulled off. In the university, the girls looked so cute with their hair down, and in one… she was already starting to look old. Amma used to make my two braids. Two is not customary and my face does not look good with two braids inside the scarf. But where are the believers?
Passed college with very good marks and reached university… I thought now that I have grown up, I will do something arbitrarily here. But Amma didn’t spare my life even here… She used to pour a whole bottle of oil on my head at night, telling me not to lose my hair due to the hard work of studying. I was getting very angry with them. I did not like Amma at all.
There were so many good looking boys in the university, many boys and girls were paired up… But there is a chance that someone will be attracted to me. Because my head was full of oil. What was wrong with this one boy that there was a crowd of girls around him, I also wanted to be his friend but he didn’t even look at me…
At that time, one of my friends said, “Remember, you will meet people like you. I accepted this fact and became fully engaged in studies… Time passed and the studies were completed and the results came. In addition to me, another boy topped the university, whom I had never seen before today.
My friend’s words proved to be true and I got married to a boy with the same topping as me whom no one even knew in the university. Now we both have a lovely little daughter. I was fulfilling the wishes that were left in my heart by decorating my daughter… When people would look at her with appreciative eyes, I would be happy…
Now that she was growing up, I started to notice in her behavior that people would turn and look at her wherever she passed, but I didn’t like it anymore, but to be honest, it felt very bad. Also look at it with such eyes… Today I miss Amma very much… and I also remember the restrictions of Amma because of which she used to make me feel bad… Today I am feeling proud of the restrictions she imposed on me. ..Now Amma looks very good to me
I have called my daughter to me now to explain to her the secret of life that in some cases restrictions by mothers increase the dignity and honor of girls. And make them blush.