My dear brothers and sisters, today I have a beautiful question for all of us and that question is, what is our relationship with our parents right now, I want you to ask yourself this question, what is your relationship with our parents, are we diligent children with genuinely happy parents? Are there days in our parent’s life when and they wished we would be different children from what we are.
Ask yourself this question especially our mothers because Rasulullah [sall Allahu alaihi wa sallam] told us about how the mother has a presence in our lives over the father. To make us understand this better.
I want you to imagine a mother who write a letter to her child, what do you think this mother will say in her letter would she not say;My dear son a long time ago, I received the best news a mother can receive and that was the news that Informed me I was pregnant with you, my dear child. I can’t express how happy I was on that day. Weeks passed and my body started changing, I became scared because I could not eat except I vomit what I ate and I felt so weak and my body started expanding as you grew in me. Even though all these were happening to u me, I was loving you more with everyday that passed. The day I held you become even more dearer to me.
Dear child those weeks became months and I became much heavier to such an extent I couldn’t even stand for long, I couldn’t walk for long and then a time came when I couldn’t even sleep on my back because the weight of carrying you will cause immense pain on my chest so I would sleep on my side with the fear that I may roll onto my stomach and harm you. Dear child, while I nursed my fears and tried my very best with each seconds that pass, my love for you keeps growing, and my desire to hold you even waxed stronger.
Until a day when I felt a pain which I have never ever felt before in my life, a pain I thought would kill me. ‘Wallahi [I swear to GOD]’ I thought I was going to die, a pain that I wouldn’t wish for my enemy. That day was the day you were going to be welcomed into this Dunya [world], it lasted for so long, pain after pain, contraction after contraction, second after second, minute after minute and it felt like a life time I thought I wouldn’t survive. But dear child there was never a moment that I hated you or said an evil word to you. Rather, my desire to hold you, see you grow your first teeth, take your first step and grow in love kept me persevering.
I never said “woe to you, woe to you” or utter words of execration and hatred towards you. As I suffer the pains that felt like pangs of death, I heard the similar cry of a baby, and “here you are”. My heart raced of anxiety, my pains disappeared, tears that wouldn’t stop became that of joy, as I brought you towards my chest with broad smile saying ‘’Subhana lirabbiyal a’ala’’ Allah has blessed us with a great blessing. Dear child it didn’t stop there, as sleepless nights keep rolling over sleepless days, just because I couldn’t tolerate your discomfort.
I would be so tired looking after you, during the day that when I finally got some sleep and you made one sound it would wake me up immediately because it would hurt me that you would be uncomfortable and I got up and say rather I be uncomfortable than you be uncomfortable.” Allahu Akbar.
That is probably what she will write really
I will pick you up and rub your back to make sure you’re fine and ensure your body is within the normal temperature range, so that you can experience atmospheric comfort. Dear child, as you grew up, I saw you walking and before that crawling. Then a difficult day came by, it was your first day in school. Hands locked, I took you to school, and you cried so much, I held my tears, knowing it was the best thing to do. I held back my emotions and left you in the class.
Dear child, you learnt well, and soon developed independence and did things for yourself until a day came when I had extreme feelings of sadness and joy. It was the day you were getting married, you found your heart rob and was so happy. My mixed feelings for you was because those few things I love to do for you, would become the duty of another. Still my joy on this day, knew no bound. Allahu Akbar [Allah is Greatest], Subhanall Allah [Glory be to Allah].
We will say all these are chores, but they say No!. it was their happiness to wake up and make breakfast, do the laundry, make your room, ensure you are happy, and ask every now and then, dear child, are you okay? How was your day? Have you eaten? Etc. even if the had the toughest of days and no time to taste food.
LOVE YOUR MOM, YOUR MOM IS HERO.