Tuesday, 2 May 2017

The Lament of a Mother

By Naadira Chhipa
The day the doctor confirmed my pregnancy was the best news I received all my life.I carefully carried you inside of my body for nine months and experienced pain after pain but smiled at the thought of having you in my arms.
The day you were born was the happiest day of my life.I will never forget the first time I held my precious bundle of joy, love and happiness.My gift from Allah.You gave me the best title of my life, mother
The days and long nights I spent feeding you, bathing you, taking care of you and raising you were the best days of my life.
The day you said 'mama' I cried tears of happiness.
The days you were sick and burning with fever I stayed up, holding you and comforting you.Never did I rest until you were completely healed.
The day you fell off your bike I cried more than you did as I felt your pain a million times more.
The day you took your first step into school I cried as I walked to the car alone.I did not want my baby growing up so fast yet I was so excited that you were growing and reaching new milestones.
The day you brought home a science project I stayed up till midnight to assist you in completing it.
The day you graduated as a hafiz my heart overwhelmed with pure happiness and gratitude to Allah.
The day you entered university I sold my favourite jewellery to pay for your tuition fees.
The day you made nikkah I was the first to hug you with tears in my wrinkles eyes and duas escaping my lips.
The day you decided to move out as you needed your 'own space'.I gladly accepted it and made dua for you, as long as you are happy I am happy.I sold my home and shifted into a small apartment just to finance your new house.
The day the paramedics called you to say I collapsed due to my high blood pressure was the day I got to see you again but alas it was also the day you admitted me into an old age home.
The days you forgot to visit or call me I called you instead.
The days turned into months and the months into years and now as I sit here alone with only your memories for comfort, I wish to see you again, to embrace you and tell you how much I love you.I wish to see your child, my grandson.I wish you knew that I am scared, lonely and sad as tears do no justice to how much I miss you, I have stopped crying for you my son.I make dua for you to always be happy, healthy, successful, loved and for you to never receive hurt, abandonment, heartbreak and tears from your son like I did.I continue to make dua for you to be the one who places me in my qabr.
That day as the kalimah escaped my parched lips for the last time I called out for you..a tear escaped my tired eyes as I closed them forever.

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