In the old days the birth of a daughter was a curse. She was a burden on the family,and was wed away at the first available opportunity, at very young ages. The son, it was believed, supported the family and made it stronger. The daughter, it was believed, did the opposite.
I have seven daughters. When I had my youngest daughter, your father cried. He was onlya child and my only son. He wept:
“I have no brothers.”
Mullah Hissari came. He kissed him, took him for a walk, and got him some yoghurt from his home. He spoke to him and had him understand:
“I too, have only one son, Sultan. It’s okay not to have a brother. It’s okay to have all sisters.”
That conversation made him feel better. He stopped crying.