Mother is undoubtedly one of the best creations
of God and status of woman. Yes, mother. Sad to say and frankly speaking most of
those whose mothers are alive don’t realize the dignity, respect and importance
of a mother. Instead they consider the mothers as a burden and treat them
accordingly.
I have heard moans and groans and seen helplessness and tears in the eyes of
many mothers due toverbal, mental and physical abuses by their near and dear
ones, who before the world pose as respectable, responsible, very nice, loving
and taking best care of their mothers but in reality the situation is totally
different.
Lives of mothers are made terribly miserable. The womenfolk responsible for such
treatment forget that one day they too would become mothers andcould face worse
treatment. Yet the mother, despite the worst treatment meted out and all sorts
of abuses, keeps praying for them instead of cursing them.She dies quietly sans
complaints but keeps worrying about her near and dear ones till her last breath.
This is the greatness and goodness of mother. This is why she is the best of all
creations.
Ask those who truly loved their mothers, lost them and now miss them badlyevery
moment. The pain of losing and remembering them is unimaginable. With the
passing away of mothers, the doors of tremendous blessings showered due to
prayers of mothers are shut. Only good deeds, good character, true humanity
service and prayers for them in return could help.
I am extremely fortunate that my mother, Anisa Khatoon, who is 84 years old now,
is alive, lives in Chicago, US, and keeps praying for all the near and dear
ones, particularly her children---six sons and two daughters and their families.
Since childhood I remained very close to my mother. My parents used to give me
special attention because I was quite weak and shy. My friends were books. I
used to sit with elders and enjoyed their company. I was called an oldie by
children of my age.
On June 9, 1973, at 2 a.m. my father woke me up, told me that he will die in the
morning between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m. and started giving me all sorts of advises.
That day I was feeling very sleepy and in no mood to listen to what my father
was saying. I went to bed again but this time my father not only woke me up but
scolded meand asked me to seriously listen to what he was saying because he has
very less time.
I looked at his face. He was feeling quite restless. After about one hour
lecture both of us slept. At 7:00 a.m. I woke up to give him water, tea, polish
his shoes, get ready all the other necessary things so that he can dress up and
leave for office. At that time he was feeling well and sitting on the bed.
At 7:30 a.m., he asked me to bring another glass of water. I went to the
refrigerator, which was hardly five feet away. When I brought the water and gave
it to him he held the glass and looked at me for few minutes and then started
drinking water. As I was about to leave the place, I saw him lie on the bed and
started trembling and then everything was finished. He was no more. Many doctors
came and checked and declared the same. One of the doctors even injected the
dead body and took money for the visit.
I was in a state of shock. I could not believe what he said would happen but it
happened at the same time (Between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m.). I looked at my mother
who was stunned. At that moment I controlled and composed myself and went to my
mother and hugged her.
I can never forget the face expression of my mother. With tears flowing from her
eyes and hands trembling, she said: “What has happened and what will happen
now?”.
I don’t know from where I got the courage and confidence. I told her: “It was
the will of God. Don’t worry we will handle everything with the help of Allah
(The Almighty God). “
And since then Allah has always helped us. No doubt we faced great hardships and
had to face many tough challenges and very difficult times but my mother and God
was with us. We kept struggling and kept achieving successes. In the 1980s and
1990s, the migration of my siblings to North America started. Except one sister,
who got married and went to India, and one brother, who is in Karachi, all have
moved to United States and Canada.
After my mother went to US then only I started the process of migrating to
Canada. I could not leave her alone in Pakistan. It was my mother who gave me
the tremendous strength to face the situation and struggle. She was my backbone,
the source of inspiration and motivation and still the most valuable asset of my
life.
Now I remain sick and could not take care of her. She lives in US but still
worries a lot about me. Whenever she comes to Toronto and lives with me, most of
the time she keeps scolding me and feeding me. She loves to cook parathas (Oily
roti), make tea and other things I like. I keep stopping her but she never
listens and wants me to become fat and healthy in few days. This is the beauty
of love and care of mother. You just can’t stop them.
The fragrance of mother is so nice that I feel like putting my head on her body
all the time. I just can’t express it in words. I used to sleep with my head on
her legs so that I could get the warmth of her body and the fragrance.
Now I and my siblings are very much worried about her. Her health is not good. I
fear the day when I will lose her. May God give her long and good quality of
life so that we can benefit from her love, care, prayers and because of her the
tremendous blessings of Allah (The Almighty God). She is fortunate that all her
children love and respect her and try to take good care of her.
I request all my near and dear ones, friends and fans to pray for her good
health and long life and also for all mothers who are alive and those who are no
more with us. Let’s share the joys and sorrows of all.
Mothers are ocean of true love and blessings. Never misbehave with them, treat
them badly or break their hearts. They will never complain or curse but God will
certainly not spare all those who hurt or harm them in anyway. Let’s all those
whose mothers are alive celebrate Mother’s Day and Remembrance Day with all
those who have lost and miss their mothers.