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Amina Afroz

"You don't care about me at all”, I said to my mother at the top of my voice. As I banged my door and started crying, I felt like everything around me was darkening. The world seemed cruel to me when I thought that the person I am closest to no longer loved or cared for me. I needed someone to share my pain with, someone who could truly understand my feelings. As I pondered over these, I knew that it was only my mother that I can share my grief with, who would value my emotions and support me the way I need it.

I could not sleep the whole night. The more I reviewed the whole incident, the more my fault became clear. A sense of guilt haunted me and I vowed never to repeat the same. I felt like running to my mother and saying sorry, but I knew that this simple word could not make up for the mistake I made. The allegation I brought against her was utterly false and I had no right to talk to her in that manner. My heart was filled with remorse upon thinking of how IO must have offended her.

At six in the morning, I crept out of my room to find my mother in the kitchen preparing my Tiffin. My eyes were filled with tears but I couldn't approach her. I went to the verandah and sat there for a while. A cool breeze caressed me just like my mother. I saw a child going to school, his tender hands held tightly by his mother. I began to reminisce about my past life.

I remember going to school with my mother just like the child there now. I remember her taking care about each and every affair of mine. Not a single day passed when she didn't look after me, sacrificing her pleasures to promote mine. Not a single hour passed that she didn't care for me, staying up nights when I had been ill. Now that I have grown up, I feel she should not interfere with my personal matters, but I forget a simple truth - it is for her that I am what I am today.

The pain a mother has to bear in giving birth to a baby cannot be compared with any other pain in the world. The sacrifice of a mother in bringing up a child cannot be measured on any scale. Her milk nourished my body and her teachings nourished my mind. We are indebted to our mothers and can never repay them, but the best that can be done is to take care of them, to approach them humbly, and to abide by their advice.

With these things roving through my mind, I went inside and brought out my childhood photo album, full of photos of my mother with in her arms. I turned the pages with a sense of nostalgia and with tears running down my face. Feeling a soft hand patting my forehead with the warmth of love, I looked up to witness the most beautiful scene in the world- the smiling face of my mother. I burst into tears and hugged her tightly. I felt like saying “Sorry” but I couldn't. I felt like saying, “Forgive me” but I didn't need to. Her kiss on my forehead told me that she had forgiven me as always, because she is my mother.

I Love you mother
From the core of my heart
This day and always Till I breathe last