A Poem for My Mother

By Fadia Bint Ismail

 

My Dear Mother for 9 months you sheltered me within your womb.

Now born. You Held me within your arms cradling me within your lap.

O My Darling Mother you have nutured me, feed me, protected me and held my hands before i took my first step.

You whispered in my ears the words the words of our Rasul (SAW) before you laid me to rest to give me protection from the evils that crept.

With each step of my life.

With each year i grew older you were my strength. You were my protection. You were the light that led my way.

O My Mother, My Love and My Strength. Jannah lies beneath your feet. I wish you never have to weep.

O My Mother I Love You more with each passing day for your love never waivers, your love is unconditional.

From the moment Allah (SWT) blessed you with offspring. You instilled in me the qualities of the As Sabirun, the qualities of the Sahabiyaat, the qualities that will enrich my life and be a blessing for the one who Allah has set out for me.

O My Mother each year you grow older. Each wrinkle you have. Each smile and Each Tear you shed truly reflects all that you have endured for me.

O My Mother no amount of gratitude could make up for what you have given me.

So i sit each day, upon my prayer mat making dua to Allah. The Giver. The Protector. The Sustainer. The One who gives Baraka and Khair.

May he shower you with Raghmah and continous strength. Through out your old age.

From Your Loving Daughter Fadia.

Tribute to All Mothers

I found this story on the internet. it was so heart touching that i wanted to share it with all of you. to truly know the importance of never neglecting your parents.

A true story

A poor couple who lived in a small village in Pakistan. They had only one son. Gave him the best education. Son graduated as an Engineer in the nearby city. Eventually, got married to a rich girl. Initially, they lived with his parents in the village. Soon the wife got tired of village life and persuaded the husband to move to the city leaving the old parents in the village. As time …went the husband seen an advert in the newspaper about a vacancy in Jeddah. He was successful and lived in Jeddah for years with his wife. Regularly he used to send money to parents.

Eventually with time he stopped and forgot about his parents ever existed. Every year he made haj and immediately after that he used to see some1 telling him in a dream that his haj is not accepted. One day he related story to a pious Aalim who advised him to go back to Pakistan to visit his parents.

The man flew to Pakistan and reached the boundary of the village. Everything had changed. He could not find his house. He asked a small boy about the whereabouts of so and so. The little boy directed the man to a house and said : “In this house lives an old blind lady who lost her husband a few months ago. She has a son who migrated to Saudi Arabia years back and never came back again. What an unfortunate man ? ” Son enters the home and finds his mother on the bed. He tip-toed as not to wake her up. He hears the mother whispering or mumbling something.

He gets closer to hear her voice. This is what the mother was saying : “Ya Allah ! I am now very old and blind. My husband just died. There is no mahram to lower me in my grave when I die. So please send my son to fullfill my last wish. “

This is the ending of a story where the DUAA of a mother is accepted. A human body can bear only 45 del (unit) of pain. But at the time of giving birth,a mother feels upto 57 del(unit) of pain… This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured, all at the same time!! This is just to tell you the extent to which a mother loves her child! ‘Love your mom till the end of your life.The lady with whom you fight almost everyday,suffered so much pain just to give you a beautiful life!