'Cause who used to hold you
And clean you and clothe you?
Who used to feed you
And always be with you?
When you were sick, stay up all night
Holding you tight?
That's right, no other -
My mother
Who should I take good care of
Giving all my love?
Who should I think the most of?
After Allah
And Rasulullah
Comes your mother
Who next? Your mother
Who next? Your mother
And then your father
'Cause who used to hear you
Before you could talk?
Who used to hold you
Before you could walk?
And when you
fell
Who'd pick you up?
Clean your cut?
No one but your mother -
My mother
Who should I stay right close to?
Listen most to?
Never say no to?
After Allah
And Rasulullah
Comes your mother
Who next? Your mother
Who next? Your mother
And then your father
'Cause who used to hug you
And buy you new clothes?
Comb your hair and blow your nose?
And when you cried
Who wiped your tears?
Knows your fears?
Who really cares?
My mother
Say Alhamdulillah
Thank You Allah
Thank you Allah for my Mother
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A MOTHER'S LABOUR OF LOVE
No one can deny the supreme sacrifice and
care that a mother renders to her child.
The mother carries him (in her womb) by
enduring strain after strain.
And subsequently, at the time of birth,
she is suspended between life and death.
All this she faces with determination
as much as patience barring any regret or anger.
After the child is born, the mother looks
after him and brings him up with enormous
love.
She breast-feeds him for as long as
two years, after which she continues to
look after her child with all sincerity,
regardless of the strain and travail
(hard labour) that accompanies such a task.
Without doubt, the mother sacrifices time,
energy and much more in bringing up her child.
Because of her child, the mother is often
forced to go without sufficient sleep-sacrificing
and forgoing much-needed rest.
As a consequence, it is only but natural
that she would constantly suffer from
exhaustion and fatigue. But strangely enough,
in reality, the opposite occurs. She is
always happy and energetic.
The mother is the one who is up earliest.
And at night, it is usually the mother
who is the last to go to bed. It is the
mother who prepares breakfast for the
child and the rest of the family. And
when everyone leaves the house, be it
for work, for school or for any other reason,
it is the mother who is left alone at home.
She does not rest, but continues to work --
busy with cooking and the daily household
chores without stopping to rest.
And when the child comes home from school,
his meal is ready; and he proceeds to eat
such with great relish. The mother, however,
more often than not, has not had anything
to eat as yet.
The mother is always energetic. She performs
her chores with a feeling of elation
and happiness. Why? Because of her love for
her children and family.
She does not feel
the exhaustion that naturally comes with such work,
because it gladdens her heart to know that
her child�s future will be a happy and
successful one.
A mother wishes that all her children will
succeed ------- that is, becoming useful
citizens, children who are pious,
children who are devoted and respectful
to their parents, who obey Allah
(fearful of God) and who are useful
to their family, society and country as well .
Because of her high aspirations for her
children, she is always happy and in
high spirit; never tired and exhausted,
in spite of her heavy work load. She never
sighs and complains, but is ever grateful.
Prophet Mohammad (pbuh) has described a
nd explained a mother's feelings for
her child in the following hadith (his sayings):
Truly, those feelings are a blessing
(rahmah) from Allah, if it were not
for these
feelings, a mother would not
be willing to breast-feed her child,
nor would a farmer be willing to work
in the fields (under the scorching heat
of the sun)..
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Love You So Much Mommy!
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~ Posted by Sister Bint ul Islam ~
