In my country, a man feels ashamed to openly express his love for his wife, but he boasts about his sinful past with other women. In my country, we are ashamed of love and openly display hatred. We consider deceitfulness to be cleverness, while honesty is deemed worthless. We praise cunning and manipulation, and we belittle sincerity and honesty. In my country, there is a lack of respect for women, and they are treated as inferior to men in intellect and character.
In my country, there are five things a man cherishes and protects: his fellow men, who are the leaders over women in pairs, threes, and fours, and even if their ill intentions are immense. In my country, a man forgets five things: the best among you are those who are good to their families, showing kindness to the weak and taking care of women properly, as noble women are honored and degraded only by the wicked. No matter how hard you try, you won’t be treated fairly.
In my country, love is forbidden, but insults are allowed and customary. Worship is permissible, but good deeds are considered optional. A woman’s modesty is a shame, while a man’s authority is unquestionable. The kind-hearted are considered fools, while the confident are seen as arrogant. Talents should be buried, not showcased.
In my country, a flower seller is martyred, a vegetable seller is arrested, and a grocery seller is wounded. All vendors in my country are targeted, except those who sell out their own country. They live in comfort and luxury while the rest suffer.
In my country, those who don’t deserve to die are killed by those who don’t deserve to live. In my country, the stomachs of traitors are filled with money. In my country, everything is far from what it should be.
In my country, the honorable have been abandoned, and the opportunistic and traitorous have taken over.