Yusuf Ali
No one could threaten someone working with me—not even if it was her husband. If I couldn't protect those working in my own home, how could I call myself an Ağa?
We investigated. I wanted to go to the man's workplace, but he didn't even have a job. Who was supporting this household? The man was touring Istanbul and Ankara every month. Who was covering these expenses? Was he living off these women? What a disgusting man he was! I couldn't comprehend it. Even though there were many such men around us, I still couldn't understand it, and it made me sick. A real man doesn't mooch off a woman. If she wants to work, she can work in a suitable place, but he should never meddle with her money.
My woman, however, must never work. She should only serve me—in every way.
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