بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
“Allah! 13 years old and still doesn’t know how to make roti’s? You know, your mother was 10 years and she used to make so nice round roti’s all by herself. When she was your age she was already an expert in the kitchen and when she turned 16 she was already married.” Nani ranted.
I laughed, “Nani that was decades ago. There’s no way I’m getting married before 20! I’m not making roti’s I’m making maps. This one looks like Africa, this one like China…”
Nani cut me of, “You think this is a joke? Whose gonna marry you if you don’t know how to cook. The way to man’s heart is through his stomach. First you made such a hard dough that if I threw it at your head, your head would break. Now leave alone making round roti’s, you don’t even know how to hold a rolling-pin. I give up! What your mother in law is going to say if she see’s you cutting your roti’s with a pot lid?”
“That’s why make dua I get a rich husband then I won’t have to make roti’s, I can just buy it. I’ll be supporting all those poor ladies who sell roti’s for a living.” I blurted out, regretting it the moment it was out of my mouth.
Nani stared at me in shock, “No wonder so many marriages are breaking. Where you learning all this nonsense from? You know gori maami was just telling me the other day that her cousin’s nephew’s grandson, you know the one who just got divorced recently? They asked him why he gave a talaaq and you know what he said, “I come home and the house is not clean, the dishes are not washed because ‘Thaandi wasn’t here today,’ I can’t even ask her for one cup tea because she’ll tell me ‘I’m not your servant! Do it yourself.’ If I ask her parents to try to reason with her it just becomes a bigger issue because, ‘In my house, my daughter lived like a princess and now you want to treat her like a maid!’ Maybe I should have married the maid.”
The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم said: “If a woman prays her five daily prayers, fasts in the month of Ramadaan, guards her chastity and obeys her husband, it will be said to her: ‘Enter Paradise from whichever of the gates of Paradise you wish.”
“Imagine what an honour this will be, you not only being promised entry into Jannah but entry from whichever of the eight doors you wish. Don’t let yourself be deprived of this reward. Now everyday you going to come with me in the kitchen because I want my grand-daughter to be an expert in everything. If you get a rich husband who spoils you rotten then you’ll be very lucky but what if you get a poor husband? Then you better know how to make roti’s because maybe you will have to be the poor aunty selling roti’s for a living…”