Someone one my radio program mentioned that i should talk about mother’s day and how lovely it is. Yes, it is, but is it really something that we should only focus on for one day? What does a mother do for us we can never ever imagine, unless those of you who are women and mothers.

A mother is that individual who gives us place inside her body for the first 9 months, she makes it possible that we get our food on time and are kept clean. When we are not able to move, she makes everything nice and cozy for us. When we cry she has tears in her eyes, and our smiles make her happy.

I am aware that in the west not so many are lucky to have the same kind of love and respect for majority of us from the Asian countries. Maybe that’s the way culture has developed but I am sad to see lots of my own people who disrespect their mothers. I mean, how is it possible that you are telling your mother to “mind her business” when every business in the world you are having is due to her making sure you could stand on your feet. If she had treated you the way you treat her, maybe you wouldn’t be alive today.

This tiny message is for those who feel that they are the king/queen of the world because they are doing well at work or financially are stable enough to manage everything. Respect your elders, especially your mothers, because those of us who don’t have a mother any more in the world to pray for us really know the value of their smile, their hug and their heartiest prayers.

Don’t just use Mother’s Day as an excuse to finally meet your mum and give her something, there is no guarantee to life, so how are you sure that you will even have a mum before the next mother’s day? Ring her up, meet her, tell her how much you care.

I read this out to mum when she had cancer, the tears around the corner of her eyes kind of answered back to every word I said.. as if they are saying “That’s all a mother wants, some loving words from the one she brought to this world”

So please, make every day “Mother’s Day”   No one else is more worthy of your love than her!

Dear Mum,

It’s been two years since you passed away. Still seems strange that my entire universe is not in this world anymore. The first ten years of my life I cherish beyond anything. Those years were truly the years that taught me the true meaning of patience and giving without expecting anything. All mothers care for their children, but mothers like you who give up their whole life, and desire just for their one child, I have still not come across such individuals.

For me you were my first teacher, my first love, my life and my everything. The one being within whom my heart started beating, and where my body received its soul. No wonder the attachment that I had with you was totally unexplainable. I remember the times when I used to be late from work and would call to let you know where I was. If I didn’t call, you would call me to ask where I was and when I would be home to eat…so much care, only a mother can show and really mean.  I remember the times when little sis would call you in the morning to tell you that she is on the schoolbuss, then she would call you after few minutes telling you she is off the buss. Despite being ill you would be smiling on the phone, yes, mothers are special, and you were and still are special for me.

I wish you had seen your cute little grandson. He is so lovely and so innocent. I am sure you would have said “He’s just like how you were Wakas”, you have no idea how much I wish I heard those words from you mum.  Can you say that sometime in a dream maybe? Hmm

Since in our religion, Islam, the good deeds a son or daughter does are credited to their parents, when they are no more. I will make sure I do as many good deeds to fill your account to the max. You made me what I am today, and I can’t ever repay your one second of waking up for me, even if I was sent on this earth a million times.

Thank you, for giving me the chance to be your son.

Yours,

Wakas Mir

Was just missing mum and thought of writing something for her and all those that really value the beautiful relationship of a mother and her children.

The one who always kept awake

The one who always kept awake
when the whole world calmly slept
The one who cried along with me
When my inner child had wept

The one who gave me courage when
The world would let me down
The one who prayed to All-mighty
So that I would never frown

The one who had taught me
How I should stand and walk
How the letters form the words
And then how I should talk

The one who still loved me
If I had done wrong or right
She would ask for my safety
And that I was safe at night

Now that she’s no more
I have just one thing to say
For me there is now no one
Who can sit all night and pray

There’s no one who now asks me
Like she asked me about my day
No one says it like she used to
“Don’t worry it’ll all be okay”

If I had yelled, to the entire world!
“Can someone take all worries of mine?”
I am sure of this that my mother would
Be the first and the last in the line

Read something that shook me completely. A guy tied his mother to a chair and burnt the whole house. The mother who is in her 60s is safe and the 30 year old son is in jail.

No matter what his mother did or said to him, whatever the reason might be, no one and absolutely no one has the right to do such to their mothers. A mother is a gift from God and someone who provides us free residence in her body for 9 months, something this guy’s mother has also done, she feeds us something that this guy’s mother also did and someone who took care of us when no one would have just like this guy’s mother has done as well.

So how is it possible that a being who got his soul inside his body while he was in his mother’s body after growing up to become a man, tries to take her life? Insane you say.. well maybe he was, but there are lots of sane people who throw their mothers in the old homes, what about them?

Proper and 100% sane people at the time when their mothers need them the most, take them to the old home and say “Mum this is your new home”, what for? For the fear of taking care of her when she is ill, when she needs food and so on..

Isn’t that sick? I mean what if our mothers did that to us, when we used to cry what if she just locked us in a room and gave someone else the responsibility to take care of us.. Would someone else have the pain in their heart when we would cry? When we would need to eat?

People who don’t respect their mothers are the most unfortunate people ever. I can’t trust them.. since how can you trust someone for whom his mother is a burden?

Maa ke jaisa dil ho, kisi ke seene mein
Aisa to dunya mein,koi ho hi nahi sakta

Allah se yun gidh-gidah ke, apne bache ke liye
Jaise roti apni maa hei, koi ro hi nahi sakta

Jiski Maa yun samne uske, apna dam tod jaye
Wo shakhs phir chain se kabhi,so hi nahi sakta

Jisne seekha ho sabr karna, apni Maa se humesha
Koi gham uski ankhon ko, phir bigho hi nahi sakta

Tere sath dua hei Maa ki, WAKAS tu ye janta hei
Beedh dunya ki chahe ho jitni, tu kho hi nahi sakta

I have done lots of shows about families and relationships on Crazefm.com and have come to one conclusion which most of you already know maybe. That living in a joint family system is something that not everyone can manage.

There are plus points and minuses, the plus points are usually not that many as the negative ones. A family where there is just one head of the family a mother or a father left that family usually can’t manage that well having all children under them, as I think. Reason being that everything comes under that one person, who is either the father in law or mother in law.

Situations usually end up being bad when they don’t realize that decisions they make affect everyone and decisions married couples make affect the whole family.

What do you think about joint families? Because as far as I know there is no such set rule that one has to live in a joint family to survive…

Lost my mum on 26th October 2009. Things are just very tough just like they usually are when one loses the one and only support you have in the world. But then thinking about it, God does put us through such phases to make us stronger, he isn’t throwing us in issues to make fun of us but knows that we can manage it and is instead using us to make his other creatures realize that there are strong people who he has given so much patience to.

Our main focus should always be to be the strongest person we know. I for one am going to start focusing on this mission that I will be the strongest and the most patient person.. i have ever known. And I am sure I can manage it.. so what makes you think you can’t hmm.

Dear Mum,

I tried my best to put an end to the pain that the cancer was causing you. I did try my best as  a son that atleast from me you get no complaints. From the time we found out about your cancer till the last breath you took while I held your hand, God knows that I didn’t let the hope die that you will be ok. You were in pain but you were atleast here. But then I figured out that If I love you so much why would I want to see you in pain because that would be unfair and selfish when we know your final destination is heaven and you will be lot happier there. So why would we keep on wanting you to suffer every single second of the day.

As your eldest son I will make it my mission that everything I do on earth now will give you rewards in heaven. I will take care of my little baby sister and promise to be there for her through thick and thin. I promise to always guide my little brothers through every path of life and I promise to never ever say anything that hurts dad in anyway.

I tried my best not to cry when we were lowering your body in your new home. The moment your soul left your body on 26.10.2009  I saw that you had a very peaceful smile. Those that wrapped you in kafan also said we have no words to describe how radiant you looked and your skin was as fresh as if you were hmmm ok. But mum.. you are ok na. I mean I know you are, because now that you are in paradise you will have no pain, no injections to wait for. Now you can enjoy the beautiful jannat-ul-firdaus that you deserve.

I got my jannat by being there with you through each step, and being lucky enough to give you the few water drops that were the last thing that went in through the lips that always asked God for our happiness and success.

Allah ji, I got a tiny request. Can you possibly not make me neighbor of my mum up there but let me live with her instead in the same palace she is living in? hmm

But it never is is it? When we look around we kind of feel others should be like us, and when I say others I mean siblings, brothers and sisters around us who might not sometimes see what you are seeing. And being a caring brother I try my best to show them the right path. But then again, don’t I have a life of my own. Oh yes LOTS of things to do otherwise, like:-

• Taking care that Mum gets the right treatment in Hospital
• Taking care that little sis gets a balanced routine by taking her to her little friends to play and to the cinema so her little innocent mind doesn’t get messed by looking at mum being so ill hmm
• Making sure that little brothers don’t get in to trouble
• Giving them anything they want whenever they ask for it
• Trying to fix things at home that sometimes no one else at home cares to worry about
• Trying to tell the brothers to give more n more time to mum so she feels that you want to be around her because she is the reason you guys are here..

And tons n tons more, so I was wondering that the caring nature that I was brought up with by mum isn’t present in some of the brothers. So why is it so? Is my connection with my mother stronger since I lived my first 10 years with her seeing her sacrificing so much for me being away from dad 10 years? Is it that which is enough for me to give my life for her? hmm

What do you guys think? Do suggest your views as to your connection with your parents, either mother or father and what is the reason why you feel that certain way..

thanks for reading