Monday 20 April 2009

My mother, your mother, our mother

The month of May reminds me of Mother's Day ...though in fact, every seconds is mother's day....That is why we don't have such mother's day in Islamic calendar. But probably, people are getting busier as they live in so-called "modern" world......they need a special day for their moms..Anyhow people can come out with so many arguments ... In reality, children tend to leave mothers and fathers at home, hoping they are able to cope with their "geriatric" world themselves...Approaching "young adulthood" somehow i can feel what mom and moms feel....Having super power ? grandiosity? The answer is NO...


Definitely the decision to leave your mom at home while you are working somewhere else ( 400 km away from kampung? ) comes with certain reasons...Not solely based on self-interest or materialism ....am i??


Anyway, since i'm not yet working , i can't point my index finger to others, cause who knows the other four fingers will point towards me....





Special attribute to my beloved ummi....

Who should I give my love to?
My respect and my honor to
Who should I pay good mind to?
After Allah
And Rasulullah

Comes your mother
Who next? Your mother
Who next? Your mother
And then your father

Cause who used to hold you
And clean you and clothes 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
Your mother (My mother)

Who should I take good care of?
Giving all my love
Who should I think 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 picked you up
Clean your cut
No one but your mother
My mother

Who should I stay rigt 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 cry
Who wiped your tears?
Knows your fears
Who really cares?
My mother

Say Alhamdulillah
Thank you Allah
Thank you Allah
For my mother.


P/s: Miss my childhood when ....

i kissed her before going to school...
she waited for me ...
served me with drink right after reaching home from school...
and many more...

special love goes to her......

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