Tribute to Mothers Those
of you who still have your mothers with you, this is something to
ponder and to witness as your life unfolds. Those of you who, no
longer have your mothers with you, this may be something that
sparks a memory for you. Those of you who are mothers, this is
something for you to think about as you move through life with
your children. Those who have no children, this is something to
think about when you encounter children along your life's
path--you know mothering is not relegated to a biological parent
only!!!
The young mother set her foot on the path
of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And
the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be
old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better
than the beginning." But the young mother was happy,
and she would not believe that anything could be better than
these years. So she played with her children, and gathered
flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then
the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the
children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother,
we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the
children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at
all times she said to the children, "A little patience and
we are there." So the children climbed, and when they
reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done
it without you." And the mother, when she lay down at night
looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than
the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of
hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have
given them strength."
And the next day came
strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate
and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother
said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the
children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory,
and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother
said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my
children the awareness of the Almighty."
And
the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and
the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children
were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way
was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather;
and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a
shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: "I
have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is
better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and
their children after them." And the children said, "
You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone
through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she
went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We
cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A Mother like
ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the
leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of bleach in
your freshly laundered socks, she's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And
she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came
from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every
step you take. She's your first love and your first
heartbreak,and nothing on earth can separate you.. Not
time, not space...not even death!
TO ALL OUR
MOTHERS. MAY WE NEVER TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED.
Author:
Uknown O Allah, forgive us and our parents, and reward them
with the finest reward. O Allah, elevate their position in the
hereafter and this Dunya; make that which befalls them an
expiation for their sins. O Allah, grant them residence in
Firdows, the highest level of Jannah, with the Prophets, the
Siddeeqeen, and the Martyrs. Ameen.
***************************** Abu
Hurairah(radhiyallahu anhu) who mentions that someone asked the
Prophet(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam): “Messenger(sallallahu
alaiyhi wassallam) of Allah, to whom should I direct my kind and
dutiful treatment?” The Prophet(sallallahu alaiyhi
wassallam) said: “To your mother.” The man asked: “
Who next?” The Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam)
answered: “Your mother.” The man asked: “Who
next?” and the Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam)
answered again: “Your mother”. The man still asked.
“Who next?” The Prophet (sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam)
answered: “Your father”. (Related by Al-Bukhari,
Muslim, Ahmad )
Narrated Ahmad and An-Nasaa’ee, from
Mu’aawiyah ibn Jaahimah As-Sulamee: My father, Jaahimah
(raa) went to the Prophet(Sallallahu alayhi wasallam) - and
asked, “O Messenger of Allah, I would like to go out and
fight for the sake of Allah, and I have come to you for advice.”
The Prophet(Sallallahu alayhi wasallam) - asked him, “Is
your Mother alive?” He said, “Yes.” “Then
stay near her,” advised the Prophet(Sallallahu alayhi
wasallam0, “For at her feet is Jannah!” (Ahmad and
An-Nasaa’ee) Courtesy: www.everymuslim.com