Mother

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بسم الله ‎

Seek calmness in life by remembering Him

It rained again in Adelaide today, as predicted by the weather forecast's technology. The sun was blocked by dark cloud since this morning, coating the earth with traces of gloomy cold scenery. Despite it was 11am, there was still no sign the sun would pop out brightly. There was an absolute silent in the house, enabling the second-clock-needle ticking louder than usual. “Time is running faster than I ever imagine” my thought started to whisper. Frankly, my desire to sleep was strong, yet the thought of the mountain-fill assignments and test killed the intention.

For me, my mum had always been a great cook. Despite she never knows how to cook the fancy western cuisines, yet her cooking was always a delightful delicacy, a rhythm to my nose and song to my hunger. Been here created an enormous longing of me to her cooking. I had always missed the simple fried cabbage that she used to make. Despite it sounded extremely easy, yet I never cared and knew how to prepare it. Yet, today I took the risk of trying it, and for that reasons I took the tram heading to Central Market, where most Asian ingredients were sold. I hardly recalled what it was made of; yet ended up buying some anchovies, dried shrimps, chilies and cabbage. The aroma was 90% similar to the one that I used to smell, yet the taste was something different. I couldn't even know what to name the weird food that I invented.  Yet, eating it kept reminding me of her. I was in homesick mode I guessed.

I went to a boarding school since I was 12, “too young to depart far from family” my mother said. She refused to send me away initially, yet eventually she allowed it after unexpected interference from my school teachers. “I always tried not to miss you a lot, I scared you would cried there” she told me. I knew what she meant. She strongly believed that if we miss someone, that person would always remember us. Yet, I did cry a lot there. I missed home so badly. I remembered writing a diary of what I felt when I was in form 1, yet ended up burning it, scared my mom would discover it, and I never forgot praying to God that I would be able to go home safely in my next school holiday.

The endless love and care

She always had been a caring mother. Although sometimes I tended to ignore to whatever she was saying, I knew I was wrong and I believed she wished nothing but the best for her son. I called her once a week. “Be a good man there, don’t forget your study and always look after your health and safety” she said. Even once, she told me to be careful when crossing the roads. Remarkably, that was how loving my mother could be.

She used to be a strong and energetic mother, yet as time passed she slowly losing her strength and youth. Now she was getting old. She used to tell me her teenager’s life. On how she and my uncles and unties worked on the paddy field with my fierce grandfather in order to support their daily spending. On how she kept being strong despite some people tried to demean her and how she struggled just to provide a proper and good upbringing to her children. Deeply I knew, she had gone through throw many hardships in her life. I always remember her words, “When you grown up, don’t put your wife more than your mother or even thinking of sending me the old folks house” I would never, I promised.

She getting old when we are growing up

Yet, sometimes we took our mother or even our father for granted. We forgot that as we are growing up, they are getting older. We always want the best for ourselves, yet we forgot that they too need intention and love. We keep on asking and demanding, but we never give. We sometimes feel angry with them unreasonably, yet they are sometimes angry on us, nothing but purely with good intention and care. There is nothing more joyful for them, than to see their children are successful. We should learn to love, appreciate and be grateful to Allah for choosing them as our beloved mother and father.

I’m sorry mum if I did any mistakes, and deeply I love you forever. May Allah protect and bless you with good health, strong iman and taqwa. As for dad, forgive my mistakes. May Allah protects and bless you with good health, strong iman and taqwa as well.  May under His continuous blessing, we are always together in happiness, joy and love. Amin.

Love you mother now, today and forever.

That's all for now. Take care till then. Jazakallahkhayran for reading this.