Your mother bore you, hardship upon hardship. For nine months she carried you, bearing the sickness and pain that comes with pregnancy. The nights were hard, the days were tiring, yet she was so excited to see you and to cuddle you in her arms.
Childbirth was hard. Yet, as soon as you entered the world, and as she glanced at your soft, delicate face, all the pain was forgotten and she rejoiced at the beautiful gift in front of her very eyes.
Then, as you grew, went through sleepless nights worried about your health. She cradled you in her arms when you were sick, caressing your smooth face with tears in her eyes.
She watched you take your first steps. Her face was shining, rejoicing with delight as she walked forward to kiss your glowing face.
On your first day of school, she found it hard to let go of you as she stood at the school gates watching you smile as you you got ready to embark on a new journey. A tear slid down her cheek as she turned the corner, worried whether you would settle in well.
Soon you became a teenager. The mood swings began. The answering back, the shouting, the frustration. Yet, she still cooked for you, cleaned after you, spent on you and called you her your 'baby.' Even when you hurt her feelings she had the heart to forgive you and love you more each time.
When she became old and weak, frail and grey; all she did was make Du'aa for you. Praying day and night for Allah to protect you, to grant you success. All that mattered was your happiness, your success, and your smile.
Your mother went through so much for you. She loved you more than any human being in this world. Yet, what have you done for your mother? Have you ever told her you love her? Do you cry to Allah in the depths of the night asking Allah to grant her Jannah for all her efforts?
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