A TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER

                                                                   MY AMMI (Mother)……….

The word mother is something which is loved and respected in every religion, culture and in every part of the world. The only reason attached to it is the selfless love and affection that a woman has towards her children. Every woman , has been , inbuilt with a motherly instinct , at one point or another a woman wants to bear children and to have something of her flesh and blood to hold and love for life ."It is your mother's right towards you that you should remember that she carried you in her womb for nine  months and nourished you with the sap of her life. She employed all her essence to keep and protect you. There are women who have to fight against all odds to bore children and to protect them, A woman can bear cruelty, hate, hunger, thirst, violence, any and every hardship for her child. Mother are to their kids ,superheroes.

"To all Mother" is such a simple word,

But to me there’s meaning seldom heard.

For everything I am today,

My mother’s love showed me the way.

I’ll love my mother all my days,

For enriching my life in so many ways.

She set me straight and then set me free,

And that’s what the word "mother" means to me.

                                                                                                             (Joanna Fuchs)

My mother died exactly 10 years ago and today I am writing this blog as a tribute or one can say as gratitude to that amazing personality. She was my Superhero; I was lucky enough to be born and raised in Lahore with a wonderful woman like my mother. She really was a free spirit and her guiding principles were to be as happy and loving in life as possible. These ambitions I feel she has passed on to me. She very much knew her own mind – and I know mine. She believed in justice and never doing wrong to anyone. I am stronger and more confident because I always have my mum in my heart, and she is with me every day. Whatever I do and whatever decisions I take, I know she is right there, too, alongside me. My moto in life before taking any decision is that I think carefully if that act of mine will alleviate my mother’s status in Jannah or not , will it make her proud of me doing the right thing or sad if I slip. I do not feel I have lost her. I feel she is with me. My family likes to tell me that I have a lot of my mother about me, and that makes me so happy, and so proud. She was with me physically when I needed her in my life till she was alive, and she is now with me spiritually to guide me in my hard times and difficulties. In short, she is there with me all the time.

My mother, Jamila Isa Khan was born in India, married to her cousin at the age of 16 a few months before partition and came to Pakistan immediately after. She was especial in her own way. She was a dedicated housewife and mother, loved dressing up, wearing garlands in her hair and hands. Applied kajal and redden her lips with missri, wore pearl necklaces and loved pump shoes. I never saw her hands without bangles. She loved to cook and made the most amazing aaloo, keema and daal wali rotis. Loved watching dramas and had strong political opinions. Her best friend was our neighbor Bano apa , every morning she used to come over and my mother and she used to sit and talk for hours .My mother’s obsession was her children, she was overly possessive to the point of annoying people with praises of us. She was always smiling and loving person was usually quiet and observing but loved with all her heart.  My mom was an amazing personality because she truly exemplifies a sacrificial spirit: There is nothing she would not do for those she loves. ... She is well-known for her random care packages, arranged with love, containing everything from much-needed toiletries to most bizarre wishes of ours. She is the best example of true love and sacrifice, never seen her eating before everyone in house had their meal, she was there standing in the balcony waiting for us if any one of us get late, she was there to fulfill our wants and demands putting aside her essential needs. She was all the time to protect us from all sorts of hard time natural and worldly. To me she was an angel who was there to protect us all, as long as she was there we don’t have any fear but with her death it seems that we have lost a cloud that was hovering all the time on our heads and was protecting us from all the evils and hard times.

The biggest thing that one must keep in mind is that a mother is someone who wants her child to grow up to be a happy, healthy, successful adult. A mother pays attention to her child's particular nature and responds to the specific needs of each child. A mother accepts her child for who she or he is, and forgives her child for their mistakes, big or small. Beside all this it is also consider that a mother's role is to love her children with all her heart. It is also the role of every mom to understand her children. ... Because of our mothers' love, we learn to love, as well and we feel God's love more profoundly. Mothers are trusted by God, because souls are entrusted in their care. At the same time we forgot that we also owe a lot to our parents especially our moms for all that she has done for us.

To me every mom is a special person and a heavenly present to human race. If you still have your mother with you respect them and take care of them. Because once you lose them that void can never be filled. If you truly respect your mother, you be respectful to all women, that is the power of a mother’s love……

"Heaven lies beneath the feet of mothers". (Prophet of Islam)

Love you Ammi (Mother)   and miss you very much!

Written By:

A loving Son

Ovais Asad Khan