“He is no more…” says the eighty-seven year old independent lady as she speaks on the telephone. The body of her son lies motionless in front of her eyes, the same eyes that had taken the first glimpse of her son and had seen him grow from a child to an adolescent and from an adolescent to a confident young man. She saw his success, his journey. These eyes had shed tears of joy at his birth and today they are filled with the sorrow of his departure. I wonder how difficult it might be for a mother to see her child blossoming and then even withering away in front of her, and she can do nothing but be helpless.
I still remember the days when I had felt like a mother to a little kitten in our building compound. My bond with it was so deep that I could understand its feelings. I was totally shattered when the little one had been thrown into the mouth of death by a group of wild crows. If this is the case between me and an animal, what might be the case between a mother and her child? If there would be something beyond shattering it would be the mother’s state, on seeing her child depart to the abode of death…
As I think about this issue, my mind takes me to the memory of the ill fated night. I had switched on the television to have a look at the news when my eyes fell on the picture of a lady crying uncontrollably in front of her martyr son’s body. Her son had given his life in the service of his dear mother land…her true, dutiful son.
This brave son had at least given his mother the opportunity to shed tears of pride, but what about those sons who make their mothers weep blood? This is one of the reasons why I most dislike the people who smoke, drink, gamble and indulge in all such type of vices. Does a mother give birth to a child and tolerate all the pain just to see him burning in the fire of his vices? Is this the reward we have to give her for keeping us for nine months in her womb and later selflessly nurturing us? It is impossible for us to repay her but we also do not have any right to hurt her.
A mother’s love is priceless, and her world revolves around her child. Let us not do anything which will cause pain to her delicate heart. After reading this article of mine, I would like you to instantly go to your mother, hug her tight, and say “I love you.” She might give you back a tight hug and whisper back “I, too, love you” or might just say, “What’s happened to you suddenly?” But believe me; you will never be able to measure the immense amount of joy she received just because of this little act of yours… :)
I still remember the days when I had felt like a mother to a little kitten in our building compound. My bond with it was so deep that I could understand its feelings. I was totally shattered when the little one had been thrown into the mouth of death by a group of wild crows. If this is the case between me and an animal, what might be the case between a mother and her child? If there would be something beyond shattering it would be the mother’s state, on seeing her child depart to the abode of death…
As I think about this issue, my mind takes me to the memory of the ill fated night. I had switched on the television to have a look at the news when my eyes fell on the picture of a lady crying uncontrollably in front of her martyr son’s body. Her son had given his life in the service of his dear mother land…her true, dutiful son.
This brave son had at least given his mother the opportunity to shed tears of pride, but what about those sons who make their mothers weep blood? This is one of the reasons why I most dislike the people who smoke, drink, gamble and indulge in all such type of vices. Does a mother give birth to a child and tolerate all the pain just to see him burning in the fire of his vices? Is this the reward we have to give her for keeping us for nine months in her womb and later selflessly nurturing us? It is impossible for us to repay her but we also do not have any right to hurt her.
A mother’s love is priceless, and her world revolves around her child. Let us not do anything which will cause pain to her delicate heart. After reading this article of mine, I would like you to instantly go to your mother, hug her tight, and say “I love you.” She might give you back a tight hug and whisper back “I, too, love you” or might just say, “What’s happened to you suddenly?” But believe me; you will never be able to measure the immense amount of joy she received just because of this little act of yours… :)
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