She Is Your Queen, Not Your Slave
Introduction :
“She Is Your Queen, Not Your Slave” is a powerful call for respect, love, and kindness within marriage. This poem exposes the pain caused by neglect and cruelty, urging men to honor their wives as true queens—worthy of care, dignity, and unwavering support.
“She Is Your Queen, Not Your Slave”
(A Poem for Respect in Marriage)
Since I was just a kid of seven,
I saw the pain that breaks like leaven.
Not all, but many men, it's true,
Do things no heart should ever do.
She leaves her home, her blood, her kin,
To trust a stranger and begin.
With hope so bright, with heart so wide,
She walks with dreams right by his side.
But days pass by, and truth is seen,
He barks and hits—no trace of green.
Where is the man she thought he was?
Now cruel without a rightful cause.
The mother-in-law joins the rage,
Screams like a fire outside its cage.
“You’re worthless!” she shouts in her face,
No kindness, love, or mother’s grace.
The father-in-law just adds more flame,
“You took my son, you hold the blame!”
While siblings poke and judge and bite,
None see her tears in dead of night.
What crime did she commit to earn
A home that makes her spirit burn?
Is love her sin, her only fault—
To serve and care without a halt?
Hey brother, look into your soul,
You promised love, you took control.
Why marry if you cannot care?
Why break her when she’s always there?
Your kids will learn from what you do—
If you break her, they break too.
It’s not brave to hit or yell,
That makes you weak, a walking shell.
You don’t need riches, gold, or crown,
To lift your queen when she is down.
Treat her well, and she will shine,
She’ll make your world, your soul align.
Don’t fight her when she needs to cry,
Just hold her hand and let it fly.
Sleep outside if peace must grow,
She'll see the love, and it will show.
She won’t ask much—just care, a date,
Some dinners, smiles, and moments late.
She gives you all—your food, your peace,
She runs your world with no release.
So why so cheap when she gives gold?
Say, “Everything is yours to hold.”
You’ll live with joy, you’ll grow inside,
No ego left, no need to hide.
And if the other men laugh when you care,
Let them laugh, they'll stop when they're bare.
And if she asks to see your phone,
Hand it over—make her feel known.
If you’ve done wrong, don’t fake or lie,
Let her beat you, don’t deny.
Why talk to others, what’s the gain?
When you’ve got love through joy and pain?
She’s your queen, your heart, your light—
Don’t trade her for a useless night.
Years to build, but seconds break,
So stop the pain—for both your sake.
Be better now, before too late,
Your future lies in what you create.
—Shahzad Sulaiman
Backstory & message of writing this poem :
Since I was 7 years old, I started to notice something about mankind. Not all of them, but a lot—enough that it bothered me deeply. And I’m telling you right now: it needs to stop. We should be ashamed of ourselves for allowing this to continue.
You might be wondering what I’m talking about. I’m talking about how many husbands treat their wives.
Let’s be real. A wife is someone who leaves her home, her parents, her siblings—everything she’s ever known and loved—just to marry a man who, let’s be honest, is a stranger. She puts her full trust in him. She believes in him. She expects love, care, and respect. But what happens next?
After a few days of marriage, that same husband starts to reveal his real face. He yells at her. He hits her. He treats her like she’s some kind of servant. And what do the in-laws do? They’re even worse. The mother-in-law starts shouting things like, “Your father didn’t give us enough money to keep you,” or, “You can’t even cook. What kind of woman are you?” The father-in-law adds on, “You’ve taken my son away from me. He doesn’t listen to me anymore. I raised him and now he only listens to you.”
And the siblings? Most of them just add fuel to the fire. They annoy her, blame her, make her feel like she’s not welcome.
But seriously—what kind of human treats another like that? Why so much hate toward a woman who did nothing wrong? Just because she’s “the wife”? Is that her crime?
Let me say this directly to the husbands out there: Bro, what kind of man are you? Why did you even get married if you weren’t ready to treat her right? If you can’t keep your wife happy, how will you ever raise children who are better than you? You have to be a better man yourself if you want your children to grow up better.
Hitting your wife over something like dowry doesn’t make you a man. It makes you a coward of the worst kind. Stop. Just stop. It’s not worth it. Don’t be cruel to the one person who sees you as her whole world.
Do you even understand what it means when a single tear falls from her eye because of you? Do you know the kind of pain, karma, or guilt that brings? You don’t have to be a king to treat her like a queen. Just treat her with love and respect. And trust me—she’ll treat you like her one and only king.
I’ve seen too many stories with my own eyes. Stories where husbands leave their wives just because of dowry. Think about it for a second—look in the mirror and ask yourself: is dowry really more valuable than your queen?
If your heart works at all, it’ll give you the right answer.
Yes, every couple fights sometimes. That’s normal. So if she’s upset and shouting, don’t shout back. Smile. Stay calm. Maybe even go sit outside on a bench alone. When she sees you like that, her heart will melt. She’ll forget the fight. That small moment of patience will save your relationship.
And let’s be honest—most wives don’t even ask for much. A little shopping, a dinner date, some money for her needs, a night drive. That’s it. And when you compare that to everything she does—cooking, cleaning, taking care of the house and the kids—it’s really not much at all.
So why be stingy? Why act cold? Just tell her, “Honey, you mean the world to me. Everything I have is yours.” Say it from the heart, and you’ll see your whole life change for the better—your mindset, your relationship, your peace.
And if other men laugh at you for loving and respecting your wife—let them laugh. They’ll stop once they’re tired. You’re not living for their approval. You’re living your own life. And she’s your queen. Don’t ruin that for anyone else’s opinion.
If she wants to check your phone, just let her. She’ll trust you more. And if you’re guilty—if you’ve been talking to other girls—then yeah, maybe you deserve to be hit with a spoon or a stick. Feel that guilt. Where’s your shame? Why hurt someone who loves you so much?
It takes years to build love and trust. It only takes a second to destroy it. Don’t let your own mistakes ruin your life. Be better than who you were yesterday.
This is my message. My advice. From one human to another: if you’ve got a queen at home, treat her like one.
Disclaimer : “This poem is based on personal reflection and aims to raise awareness about the emotional and social challenges many women face in marriage. It does not target individuals or encourage violence.”
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