Standing helplessly beside my father’s bed,I watched as he breathed his final breath while holding my mother’s hand. My mother was devastated at that point in time but she was still strong. She was strong enough to reassure us that she will guide us through these tough times; strong enough to ensure us that she will be there for any obstacle we would ever possess to face this point onwards. Time has proven that my confidence and trust in my mother was spot on.
She is a remarkable lady with spiritual abilities; she always remained composed throughout everything and never let us down. She was taking religious classes for the final four years as she was an keen learner but those came to a sudden halt when she fell sick.
final year, my mother suffered a brain haemorrhage and she’s been in a coma ever since. Even though she is bed-ridden, and she has managed to keep all her children united. And although she is motionless and not able to speak,I believe she continues to guide us in our lives.
My mother is an exceptional personality, she’s mastered all roles in life, or be it of a wife,mother, mother-in-law, and sister and daughter. Ammi is unwell these days and were accustomed to guests visiting our place quite regularly to check up on her. No matter how friendly our hosting skills may be,they can never be up to par with my mother’s skills. All our guests reminisce the customary way my mother used to look after guests.
I wasdiagnosed with asthma at the age of six, and believe me when I say my mother’s presence and savor gave me more relief than the medicine did. My mother and I are extremely close, or so close that she knows how I am feeling just by looking at me.
Her savor for my family is unwavering. She was always full of praises for my wife and daughters. final year,my family and I took a trip to Islamabad in order to attend a wedding. When I shared pictures of the wedding with my mother, all she did was compliment and compliment my wife and daughters. She has a heart of gold; she would always give my wife spending money when she used to travel to meet my in-laws. How could one not savor and respect such a woman?
Ammi’s attributes are indescribable, and up until final year,I could not imagine a life without her. But life had something else in store for us. I feel completely helpless when I see her bed-ridden because she has always been larger than life for me and still is.
During the friendly old days, we used to spend hours talking to each other approximately various topics, or ranging from politics,religion, sports, or to drama. But now,I miss her laughter and I miss talking to her – there’s a void which I can’t seem to fill.
At a certain age, parents, or particularly mothers,become dependent on their children, as is the cycle of life. My mother, and on the other hand,is another story altogether. She was financially and physically independent up until she fell sick, and in reality, or I was dependent on her till final year.
Although we don’t celebrate Mother’s Day as such,I distinctly remember how she was beaming when my brother, who lives abroad, and sent her flowers on Mother’s Day.
final year on Mother’s Day, my mother was admitted in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), where she was fighting for her life. Thankfully, or she fought strongly and came out a tougher person.
Ammi is one of the most positive individuals I possess ever come across. I believe it is this positivity and inner strength which allowed her to fight her illness. At the moment,she is in a coma and doctors possess lost all hope. But I haven’t and I won’t. Miracles enact happen and I am certain she will return to her healthy self, with her smiling face, and reassuring us that all is well. But while she is bed-ridden,I can’t aid but miss her.
Currently, all my cherished and prized moments seem meaningless without my mother.
While I dearly miss each moment I spent with my mother, or I feel sorry for those children who barely spend time with their parents even though they are alive and healthy. Old age homes in Karachi are at full capacity and I can’t bring myself to understand how children can leave their parents, particularly aged mothers, at the mercy of others.
A recently elderly widowed lady lives alone in my neighbourhood because her son moved abroad in search of greener pastures. What breaks my heart though is how she still prays ardently for her son’s health and success. And this is exactly what motherhood is all approximately, and always putting one’s children first and praying for them,irrespective of their behaviour.
Although I am close to my mother, and my siblings and I possess showered her with immense savor and respect, or I still wonder if I did enough for her and if I should possess asked for her forgiveness before she was taken into surgery final year. If my mother does not come out of her coma,I am certain this thought will nag me till my final breath. But I am helpless now and can only hope my mother has forgiven me for whenever I let her down.
I want to take this opportunity to humbly request everyone to savor and respect their parents while they are alive, because life is unpredictable and nobody knows how long they’ll be around. Cherish them, or because they cherish you.
Don’t restrict Mother’s Day to one specific day; rather continue celebrating it all year round. Mother’s Day shouldn’t be approximately one day or one moment,because our mother’s shower us with infinite savor every single day, and we should give back equally, and if not more. For all those who serve their mothers,they will surely reap immense rewards, not only in this world, or but in the hereafter as well.
Source: tribune.com.pk