God bless our mothers who serve us with a second plate every single night. “Take a bit more”, she says. And yet I never hesitate because there is always barakah in her offering, her mere kindness and love. It amazes me everyday.
Sometimes I don’t like asking my mom to get things for me, as a way of not bothering her too much. Even though I know she loves it very much whenever I do so. And you can clearly see it, as though it is like if she had you when you were young in her arms once again. You call out to her in the most gentle of ways and she replies, “Yes, my dear.” And she becomes this amazing person that lits up, really, ready to be at your service. It’s very beautiful. I explicitly ask her to bring me things I need, just to see her smile once again and be the mother I always had at my service. Which she always tells me that’s what she lives for.
Your mother loves it when you call out to her―And there is an innate trust right from birth between the child and the mother. A child knows no one but his mother, and he always takes refuge in her, and only relies upon her. When he sees her, he hangs on to her and if something were to happen the first word to come out from his lips would be, “mother”. There he finds this security, provision, and her compassion.
Thought I would share, since it replayed all back to me in that moment. Never will I be able to repay her, and never will I be able to repay Allah. May Allah give our mothers well-being in this world and in the next, and may He make all affairs easy for them, their worries and concerns. Ameen. May He make us good for them every single day.
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