One day, Housewife said to Breadwinner, “I am converting.”
Breadwinner said, “You’re kidding. What about our family? Your career? Our reputations?”
Housewife insisted, “I want to whirl. I want to write verses dedicated to Love.”
Breadwinner said, “You mean…?”
Housewife said, “Yes. We shall divorce. I must leave in order to merge with the Void.”
Breadwinner said, “Okay. So, convert. But we needn’t divorce. Okay? I can love a Muslim woman.”
Housewife said, “Yes. You’ll find someone.”
Housewife whirled around, turning humble servant of Divine Love.