My Mommy

I was born from my mother‘s womb. My blood came from her. When I was child, many people said that “ ouch, your eyes like your mommy” or “ what a beautiful girl she is, like your mommy, little child”.

You could imagine how our gene are same with our parents especially our mother. Our face, our gene, our cell, our eyes and anything that we have, come from our mother. I cannot imagine how she keeps struggle every time just for making sure that we are warm and sleep tight. I love you mom.

Perhaps, I have already realized that how strong you are, my mom. I am a foolish man. I always declined or ignored your command although I can do it at this time. I ignore your feeling when I ignore your command, your difficulties when you breath behind me and your difficulties because of me. You always make sure that you are strong, but you do it just for making me happy and ignore about your healthiness.

My mommy, You always give me a smile when I come at home. You cook anything that I want. You make our house clean just for extending a warm welcome to me. Unfortunately, I reply all your best thing with a bad behavior. Forgive me mom.

Every time, you always pray five times a day and more just for me. You pray to Allah and ask for my healthiness, my fortune, my living until you forget about yourself. You cry when you ask it, just want to make me happy.

But I, I always make you angry with me, I always make you busy, I always make you sad, and I do it without compassion of you. I am a really a foolish man.

I always angry when you make a mistake, a little mistake. I don’t know why I do it to you. I love you, but I always forget if it happens naturally. When I get angry, you just smile and cry. Ouch, my mommy how pity you are because of me.

I always grumble when my schedule is full, but you mom, you are strong woman. You woke up always at 02.00 AM to shalat tahajud. After that, you cook some foods for your family, and then you work until afternoon. After you work, you have to cook for your family again. You Wash our clothes, our plates, our shoes, sweep and mop a floor, clean a house and everything you do every time, you never give up and tired.

I don’t know how to express my gratitude to you mom. There are a lot of beneficences that you give for me. Thank in advance my mom, Allah bless you so much. I love you.