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A letter to my son – from a Mother

Letter from mother

As featured on Sabahul Khair

{Keep the tissues on hand….}

‘My Son, I am Your Mother’

All praise is due to Allah, the easer of grief and the dispeller of worries, and may his blessings and peace be upon our Prophet Muhammad Sallalahu alaihi wasallam, the best of mankind.

My son, This is a letter of injury from your poor mother, who wrote in

shyness after much delay and hesitation. Often, she had picked up a

pen and was stopped by a tear! And she would stop the tear, only that the

heart’s wailing would prevail.

‘My son…after all this time, I see you a matured man, of sound mind

and balanced emotions. It is my right over you that you should at

least read this paper, and then if you wish, you can rip it, as you have
ripped at the

corners of my heart before.

‘My son…more than twenty years ago, it was a bright and sunny day in my
life when the doctor told me I was pregnant. Mothers, my son, know the
meaning of this word well! It is a blend of joy and rapture, and the
beginning of pain marked by physical and emotional changes. And after those
glad tidings, I carried you nine months inside me with jubilant happiness. I
rose with difficulty, and I slept with difficulty.

I ate with difficulty, and I breathed with difficulty. Only none of this
lessened my delight and love for you.

Instead, my love grew more with the days and a longing for you flourished
within me.

‘I carried you, my son, enduring weakness upon weakness, and pain upon pain,

delighting at your movement, and rejoicing at your weight’s increase, though

it was for me, a heavy burden. It was long suffering, after which came the
dawn of a night I did not sleep in or close my eyelids. I acquired of
suffering and anguish, and of fear and alarm, what neither a pen can
describe nor a tongue utter.

‘The hurt grew so severe I lacked strength to cry, and I saw death with my
eyes several times. This lasted until you came out into the world, when the
tears of your screams mixed with the tears of my bliss, and removed all my
torment and injury. Even in my pain, I held you in tenderness and kissed you
before they could take you away and wash you with a single drop of water.

‘My son… years have passed of your life as I have carried you in my heart
and bathed you with my hands. I made my lap for you a bed and my bosom for
you nourishment. I was awake during my nights so you could sleep and
laboring during my days so you could be happy. My wish, everyday, was to see
your smile, and my pleasure, every moment, that you should ask for something
I could make for you.

These things were the peak of my ecstasy.
‘The days and nights passed and I was still in that state: an attendant
servant who did not neglect and a nurse who did not stop; a worker who did
not rest and a supplicant for your good and success who did not slacken. I
watched you day after day until your body strengthened and your youthful
energy turned righteous, and the signs of manhood began to appear in you. I
found myself running left and right, searching for you for the kind of wife
you requested.

‘The date of your marriage came, and the time of your wedding neared.
At this, my heart tore, and my tears ran, out of joy for your new life and
sadness at your parting. After that, the hours passed heavily, and the
moments slowly, and then I suddenly realized you were not my son that I
knew. Your smile had vanished, your voice had disappeared, and your
expression grown sullen. You have forsaken me and forgotten my rights!

‘The days pass and I watch for your countenance and wait with a yearning
sorrow to hear your voice. Your abandonment has grown long, and the days
have spread out. I have stared patiently at the door, hoping you might come,
and listened expectantly for the sound of the ringing phone until I thought
myself delusional. And here the days have extended and the nights grown
dark, and I neither see you nor hear your voice. You have disregarded the
person who took care of you with the best of human care.

‘My son, I don’t ask but little. Put me in the place of your slightest
friend, the farthest from your regard. Make me, my son, one of your monthly
stations, so that I see you then if only for a sparing time.

‘My son…my back has arched and my limbs have shriveled. I have been
wearied by ailments and visited by sickness. I do not rise except with
adversity, nor sit except with hardship, and my heart still throbs with love
for you.

‘My son, whenever I learn that you are happy in your life, my happiness and
joy increase. I am puzzled, when you are the product of my toils.
What sin have I reaped that I have become an enemy you cannot stand to see,
and whose visit is so burdensome? Did I falter some day in your treatment,
or neglect for a moment your attendance? Make me like the rest of your
servants whose rights you give to them, and grant me a part of your mercy.
Award me with some of my recompense, and be good, for Allah loves the doers
of good.

‘My son, I wish to see you! I don’t want other than that! My heart has
broken, and my tears have flowed, and you are alive and receiving
sustenance. I hear people still talk about your refined manners and gracious
conduct. Let me see, if nothing else, the frown of your face, and the
features of your anger.

‘My son…is it not time for your heart to soften to a frail woman worn out
by longing and restrained by mourning; a woman who has made grief her emblem
and distress her garment; a women whose weeping you have caused, whose heart
you have saddened, and whose kinship you have broken?

‘My son…here is the door to heaven before you, so pursue it, and knock
upon it. Perhaps I will meet you there by my Lord’s mercy as it came in the
Hadith: ‘The parent is the best door to paradise. So if you want, you may
ignore this door or pay attention to it [narrated by Imam Ahmed].’

My son, I know that since your height has increased and your shoulders
broadened, you have been looking for reward and merit. Perhaps today you
have forgotten the words of the Prophet Sallalahu alaihi wasallam : ‘The
best of deeds to Allah is prayer at its proper time, then kindness to the
parents, then Jihad in the cause of Allah [agreed upon].’ Here then is that
reward without the waging of battles or slaying of enemies, so where are you
from the best of deeds?

‘My son, I warn you from being of those meant by the Prophet Sallalahu
alaihi wasallam when he said: ‘Let him be humbled, let him be humbled, let
him be humbled.’ It was said: ‘Who, oh Messenger of Allah?’ He said:
‘Whomever finds his
parents in their old age, one or both of them, and does not enter Paradise.’

‘My son, I will not raise the complaints or disclose the sorrow, for it they
rise above the clouds and reach the sky’s door, you will be seized with the
evil of ungratefulness. Punishment will come down to you, and your living be
overtaken with calamity. No, I will not do that. You are still my son, a
piece of me. You are the flower of my heart, and the delight of my life.

‘Wake up my son. Old age is overtaking you, and years will pass and you will
soon become an aged father. Reward is given according to doing, and you will
write letters to your son with tears as I have to you. And with Allah,
adversity gathers.’ Son, fear Allah in your mother, and be constant to her,
for heaven is at her feet. Brush away her tears, and ease her sadness, and
if you still insist, then rip her letter.

And know, that whomever does good, it is for himself, and whomever does
evil, it is against him.

NB: If you go against your parents wishes, you may be happy for a While but
not for long….

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