The Favorite Woman
The Favorite Woman
Shabbir sat quietly in the mosque, listening carefully to the imam's sermon.
The imam was known for telling stories that always captured everyone's attention.
In the middle of his speech, he paused and said,
«"Once in my life, I met a woman who wasn't my wife. She was beautiful, kind, and the most wonderful woman I have ever known."»
The entire mosque fell silent.
People looked at one another in surprise. Even Shabbir was confused.
"How could the imam say something like that?" he thought.
After a brief pause, the imam smiled and completed his sentence.
«"That woman was my mother."»
Everyone relaxed and nodded with admiration. It was a beautiful reminder of a mother's love.
Shabbir liked the line so much that he decided to repeat it at home.
That evening, he found his wife in the kitchen preparing dinner on a hot summer day. She was tired, sweating, and already a little annoyed after spending hours cooking.
Trying to sound dramatic, Shabbir cleared his throat and said,
«"Once in my life, I met a woman who wasn't my wife. She was beautiful, kind, and my favorite woman..."»
Before he could finish—
THUD!
A rolling pin flew across the kitchen.
Then came a wooden spoon.
Then a cushion.
Shabbir quickly realized this was not going according to plan.
A little while later, he was sitting in the hospital with bandages wrapped around his head and arm.
With a weak smile, he finally finished his sentence.
«"...That woman was my mother."»
His wife crossed her arms and shook her head.
"Really? You couldn't have said that part first?"
From that day on, Shabbir learned an unforgettable lesson:
Never leave an important sentence unfinished—especially in front of your wife when she's busy cooking.
