Mother

A mother's love.

I saw the competition related to writing about one's mother and had already had the idea to write about her anyway, even if not as part of that. I do not know if she would like me to do that, as we are very private people and she does not like me to share a lot of personal information, but anyway I only want to mention an incident that happened with my mother.

My brother used to have female guests come to our house before he got married, and my mother would ask the girls to stay in my room. Since guests would not be comfortable with me there too, she asked me to stay downstairs in the backroom and sleep on an inflatable bed. I did not want to do that, in England in the winter, it is very cold, so I kept trying to make excuses. She kept asking, saying “it is only for one night,” until I accepted. So I had to wait for everyone to go to their rooms before I could lie down and go to sleep.

It was cold and my feet were freezing, but I did not want to disturb my mother or anyone so I just kept trying to sleep but I could not because of the cold. My mother came into the room after about an hour and asked me if I needed anything. I thought it was the middle of the night and late so I told her, “no,” so she did not have to look for more blankets. After another hour she came again and put a jar of honey and some water on the table next to me saying that if I need to drink something or eat something, it is there. I told her, “thanks,” and tried to sleep again. Again she came back after another hour asking if I need anything. I also refused, and this continued throughout much of the night. It was at this time I began to feel strong love towards my mother. I began to see how a mother goes out of her way for her children in ways we do not often notice. My mother stayed awake throughout most of the night wanting to make sure I was ok when she did not have to do that and had probably been doing that for much of her life. Not only that, she was the one who also woke me in the morning and prepared everything ready. She was always trying to make sure I was comfortable and ok.

In fact, often when I told her about any problem or about someone suffering she would stay awake at night worrying about the issue and wondering what she could do to help. When I have had problems it is often my mother who has been there as a support.

Therefore, I began to understand why in Islam the mother is so important and why the Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him, replied to a man who asked which person is most deserving of my kindness and good treatment and he replied, “your mother,” when he asked again, he replied, “your mother,” then he asked again, and he replied, “your mother,” then the fourth time “your father.” So the mother is said to have rights over children three times more than the father because she deserves that and has done more. Yet we should be good to both our parents.

So if we truly recognized all that our mothers have done for all every day would be a mothers day.

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