Faizel Patel – 07/06/2015
Are we frivolous to our mothers? Why do we need a special day to appreciate mothers? To honour your mother on one day which the world calls mothers day is an insult. Mothers day has become a non-sensical money making farce that extorts hard earned cash to lavish expensive gifts on our dear mothers when in actual fact the real gift should come from the heart and it should be done everyday and not just once a year!
We need to arouse our sentiments and be conscientious of our obligations to our mothers whose challenges and difficulty began prior to us coming into this world. From the very conception, our mothers were in difficulty. She bore us with pain, she delivered us with pain and she suckled us. The Quraan says it took a great portion of two and a half to three years of the strength, energy and ability of the mother in this initial stages and the first development phase of our lives.
The love of a mother is unparalleled. Mothers are everything for us when we are small…our lives revolve around her. There is no day that you are not duty bound to her. There is simply no way we can ever really thank our mother for all she has done for us. She is the one who will be awake all night when we are sick. Praying to God to make us well and be ever ready to bear the pain that we may be experiencing. She is the one to wake up early in the morning to make the nicest breakfast and endure all our tantrums.
Mothers are the one on whom we put all the blame for our failures. We would not hesitate once to point her single faux pas though she would not miss even a slightest opportunity to praise us.
So let us cherish our mothers everyday and not wait a whole year to show her how special she really is. It takes someone brave to be a mother, someone strong to raise a child and someone special to love someone more then herself. A mother is someone that is not human, but an angel. Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
There are no words that can capture the emotion and the heartache when one loses a mother and the extract below best describes this…
Hello Operator, does Heaven have a phone number? Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today, My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away, Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book. Is heaven in the yellow part, I don’t know where to look. I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry. I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don’t know why. Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea? She’s been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now! I really need to reach her, but I simply don’t know how. Help me find the number please, is it listed under “Heaven”? I can’t read these big big words, I am only seven. I’m sorry operator, I didn’t mean to make you cry, Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye? If I call my church maybe they will know Mommy said when we need help that’s where we should go. I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall. Thank you operator, I’ll give them a call