By Farangiz Karimova
Seeing with two eyes whether it’s a boy or a daughter,
Viciously in front of you cursing your daughter,
Your wife beating you for not giving birth to a son
Don’t cut your, father heart of daughter.
My son to read in giving,
Who will the girl become after studying.
Don’t make your dreams come true, father
Listen to your child’s pain, father.
I don’t want to eat myself, so that my child can eat.
I don’t want to wear it myself, so that my child can wear it
That I gave the sustenance that God gave
Don’t thank your child, father.