i was listening to light
fm this morning on my way to work. the topic of discussion was about a 62 year old mother who was seeking advice on what to do since her son has not been speaking to her for the last six months... listeners were supposed to call in and give their two cents worth of advice...
a lady who sounded elderly as well called in and commented...
this 62 year old mother has failed.... there is no reason for the son not to talk to her if she had raised him well!!!
i was fuming with anger as i listened to her talking. how dare she pass this kind of a judgement! the poor mother is probably in despair and what would she feel listening to such a statement, did she think? what if she were to be in the same shoes?
i thought of my mother... i remembered those days when i was much younger, i used to argue a lot with her and pass irresponsible and hurting comments. there was once when i did that during my university years, my mother cried. i felt so bad afterwards. i told myself that it is not worth to argue with her since i felt miserable each time. i was determined to never repeat that so my solution was to turn a deaf ear to the issues that may give rise to an
argument. many ok oks and a loud MAAA did the trick even until today. i cannot bear it to see her cry. i know she still does on her prayer mat when any of her children is having hard times.
my mother has six children and she dedicates her life to each of us. if we were to do what i did, she will have to bear six heartbreaks and if we were to do it everyday, simple maths will tell you the number of times a day that she will have heartbreaks. how much pain will she have to endure? she has her own issues and worries as well to deal with. the more children a mother has the more she will have to bear everything in multiples!
if only every child were to reflect on his/her mother... her sacrifices, her selflessness, her unconditional love that will envelope you when the world turned its back on you, her assurance that everything will be fine despite her silent tears and prayers for you, the strength that she gives you by merely being there for you, every little things she has done for you, etc., you will never want to be a
kurang ajar child!
the most uneducated mother is a mother, the ugliest mother is a mother, the poorest mother is a mother etc... for the love of a mother is divine... for a mother is divine in the eyes of Allah! Perish you shall without the blessings of your mother.
and so, Allah said,
Your Lord and Sustainer has decided for you that you do not worship any but Him, and (He has determined) beautiful conduct to the two parents. If one or both of the two of them reaches the greatness of age, so do not say a harsh word to them, but speak to them generously. And lower the wing of humility, out of gentleness, and say, "My Lord and Sustainer, be gentle to them just as they cherished me when I was small." - Surah al-Isra ayat 23-24
And the following is narrated by the grandfather of Bahz ibn Hakim; reported by Abu Huraira:
I asked, "Messenger of Allah, to whom should I be dutiful?" He replied, "Your mother." I asked, "Then whom?" He replied, "Your mother." I asked, "Then whom?" He replied, "Your mother." I asked, "Then whom?" He replied, "Your mother." I asked, "Then to whom should I be dutiful?" He replied, "Your father, and then the next closest relative and then the next."
Your respect and your honour to?
Who should you pay good mind to - after Allah,
And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then your Father
Cause who used to hold you
And clean you and clothe you?
Who used to feed you
And always be with you?
When you were sick, stay up all night,
Holding you tight?
That’s right no other, your Mother
Who should you take good care of,
Giving all your love?
Who should you think the most of - after Allah
And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then your Father
Cause who used to hear you
Before you could talk?
Who used to hold you
Before you could walk?
And when you fell, who’d pick you up?
Clean your cut?
No one but, your Mother, your Mother
Who should you stay right close to?
Listen most to?
Never say no to – after Allah And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then your Father
Cause who used to hug you
And buy you new clothes?
Comb your hair and blow your nose?
And when you cried who wiped your tears?
Knows your fears?
Who really cares?
Your Mother
Say Alhamdulillah,
Thank you Allah Thank You Allah for my Mother
