O’ Mother, O’ Mine


GONE are the days when people’s concern to those who stood with them in both thick and thin times matter in their lives. It is because that we most of us live a life where our memories are shaped by the worldly encounters. There are special people though you ignore them unknowingly, they rather think of you anytime and still, wish you the success without attached conditions.

Have you ever thought of your mom so much that you shed tears? Well, even if you didn’t do so, it doesn’t mean you disregard her, but perhaps someone else has filled in her place in your heart!  But this cannot, however, justify why we should not keep her in our minds.  We must remember moms for they deserve love and respect from us.

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Hodan Ahmed is my mom’s name. She is honestly a gift from God. Never had I slept a night without thinking about her. My mom is a selfless person, a loving wife, a caring mother, a devoted daughter and a real lady. For all that and more, I’ll always love mom.

Throughout her life, there has never been an off-day in her calendar.  Hard work has been her philosophy in life. Whenever you tell her ‘Relax’, her response remains the same, ‘No, not now till you fill into my shoes!’ I still recall that she used to wake up early in the morning before cock crows. Guess what! She was in the kitchen and making the breakfast!

Despite the fact that my dad passed away at a younger age, she has spared no effort to make us enjoy life with much hope. She single-handedly played her role and that of my late father. With lots of confidence in us, she inspired us to aim higher and study harder within the meagre resources at our disposal.

When someone is to think of a great storyteller, I know nobody better than her.She used to tell us beautiful stories before we go to bed. Her love of Egal Shidad’s stories was fascinating and I love those stories up till now. How much I love to tell the same stories to my kids too!

My mom is a conversationalist. She makes sure that our views are heard, and she happily discusses her views in life with us. This taught me a lesson in my life: listening is crucial in learning. And unfortunately, many people do not realise how listening makes the person grow and become knowledgeable.

My childhood memories are indeed moments of mixed feelings. I  did so many foolish things, and yet I shook my mom’s heart. There was a day that my younger sister Hafsa and I had to go to school.  Mom was the one to escort us to school every day, and we used to wait for her nearby our home as gets ready. I was that crazy boy you would imagine! So I saw a car from afar, and then I waved for it just for fun. But then the driver was serious and stopped the vehicle. He then asked us to get on and drove us to the school.  Whereas we enjoyed the car’s comfort, it was a terrible day for mom. She looked for us on everywhere until she finally found us in the school after the three-hours-wild search. My mom ran to us and hugged both of us. ‘You kids, you don’t know how much you touched me. Please don’t do that again,” she screamed. I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks, and that was the time that I realised that my foolishness could break one’s heart.

Grown do mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. That’s why she always asks me whether I had eaten well at this age! She thinks that I can’t take care of myself much better than she can. This is the self-less emotion that prevailed in my life and inspired me to make mom as my most faithful friend. Remember when the friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; she’s the only perfect rejoin. Mom could cling to you and endeavour by her kind precepts and counsels to dissolve the clouds of darkness and cause peace to return to our hearts.

Though I know that there are millions of underprivileged children in this world who have never seen the incredible love of mom, I thank God million times for this gift in my life.  A mother’s love is something that no one can explain in words. It is made of full devotion and of sacrifice. It is endless and unselfish. For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. I miss her more than I can express and ask you, readers, to remember our moms in your prayers.

Abdikadir Askar

 

 

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