Friday, May 2, 2008

My Mother

I just got back from meeting Dr S. Today, Tushy, Dr S and I went to surau Taman Segar to have our Maghrib prayer, Yasin reading and Isyak prayer there. Dr S ordered nasi lemak and mineral water for the residents of Taman Segar who went there to perform their solat. It is quite heart-wrenching to see Dr S sobbing when reading the Yasin which was addressed for her mother whom we pray to be in better place right beside HIM right now *insya-Allah*.

Hearing the news about someone losing their loved ones especially their mother always made me shiver with fear. I pray to HIM everyday to grant my mother with long life, so that I will have a chance to pay her in whatever way I could for all the things that she sacrificed for me.

Dr S almost always remind me to let my mum knows how much I love her. She always tells her mother that. I don’t understand how people can treat their mother badly. Did they not think of the two hands that feed them, wash them and even work hard for them so they can live easily?

My mother had sacrificed more that she should in order to see me achieve my first degree. No, let me rephrase that. She fought for a better live for me and my siblings ever since we were all born! I cannot imagine living even for only a day without her. Thus, seeing Dr S weeping at the very thought of her now-gone-forever mother, I can’t help it but to take the mobile phone and call and ask her whether she’s ok.

It’s true that we all tend to take things for granted. For instance, I always felt bored at home when I went back for holidays. I felt like my life in my hometown is a boring life. However, when I went to university, I started to feel uneasy over the thought of leaving my mum all alone in the house. After seeing how painful it is for Dr S to accept the loss, I made a promise to myself to always make an effort to let my mum know that I love her and she is the most important person to me in this whole wide world.

I live for my mum. I tried to get the best result every semester so that my mum would feel at ease and not terrible after all the things she did for me. Some people don’t understand the way I behave, but try to dwell on this thought. “Mum has been taking care of me for 25 years. Why shouldn’t I devote myself to my mother for at least 25 years too?” It’s as simple as that.

We live only once. In each of my prayer I would ask from HIM to fulfill my do’a to let me repay my mum. I asked him to grant her happiness, health and more years to live so that I can see her live more comfortably.

To my mother, (I know she won’t be reading this. She’d faint seeing all those swear words!!!) I wish you know how much I love you and how I wanted so much to work as fast as I can after I graduated so that we both can lead a better live. Amin.

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