Unbearable loss in memoir of my
mother
In memoir of my mother
Like every child, assuming my mother the most beautiful lady in the world, when
I showed her picture to my class-fellows, I remembered Seema resembled her with
a renowned film actress and I wished to snap her as nobody could copy my mother.
Her apparent feminine charm was just a child’s perception but her actual beauty
was her sweet nature, which was realized later on.
Being a child of a refined mother, me was in trouble throughout my life as
others check you on the same standards; may be sometimes present, sometimes not
found. Surprisingly, none of us siblings had a single quality of her, even in
small frictions. In order to make us shiny, we tried to be skilled ourselves
(although it could be possible due to her encourage and given confidence), we
were failed to inspire anybody. All remained your fans Maa !
It was our pride to be identified by you, and your popularity among people made
us strong and rich when you were admitted in I.C.U at the advent of June’09.
Although you were not a public figure but your near and dear throughout the
world were concerned about your ill health. No one could maintain a record of
SMS and calls!
During this period of 15 days you were transferred from one hospital to other
and finally third one where you expired. But before your departure you were
caught with psychoses. Surprisingly day before your departure you were peaceful
physiologically as well mentally. Shining on your charm full face was a new
looks for me. May Allah please you forever!
Your generous nature was not only secret of your popularity but it was modesty
that made it more pronounce. Your excellent memory was a plus point to delight a
person by giving her\him surprise through reminding important days of her\his
life.
You were fond of reading so much that could never miss any chance to read. May
be it was your last argument that I remember, on not visiting a book-fair held
just before two three months of your death.
I wonder what you used to read in emergency light during successive hours of
load-shedding in the midnight. Yes, it was your diary! You write just daily
routine written in simple words along with important events of the home or city,
country or world. Many times I consulted you\your diary for reminding an event,
and now your grandchildren worry about this half filled diary that who will
complete it?
The bucket of my memory is
full, but pouring is indefinite as u spread over my entire life.
But before closing the article I must tell about your simplicity and innocence.
Once, I complained that u preferred others on us, u said “Remember! U had to fly
Islamabad, and if I had not wake u up, u might be missed the flight, also in
heavy rain u had your exam it was me to drop u on your centre…………..” and I laugh
in tear, could not say at that time but I must say now, “these tiny goodies are
un-sufficient to explain your status as u are cause of my life. I can not pay
tribute u any more. !!