Hanan Al -Khalfan
The mother is not just a passing word that we speak every day, and not a person who passes in our lives, then we grow up and independent of it, but rather it is the origin that we belong to, the shadow that does not go away, and the spirit that inhabits the details of our days even, without feeling. Each of us carries a part of it in his voice, in his features, in the way he talks and his actions, even those small customs that we believe are our own, we may find a reflection of what our mothers were doing one day. How many times did you sit with yourself, so you remembered a situation that happened in your childhood, a word that your mother said, advice that I gave you quickly, and I thought it was just a passing words? Then the years pass, and you find yourself returning to it, you realize that it was right, and that you only understood it late.
The mother is that voice that accompanies you even when you are far, even when you think that you have become independent and able to face life alone, you discover that you still need to warm her hands, to her voice that reassures you, and to that supplication that you whisper with when you think you do not hear it.
We grew up, and everything has changed around us, except her heart .. her young children still see us, even when we began to hold our responsibilities ourselves. You rejoice more than we rejoice for ourselves, grieves us without feeling, calling us before you think about herself. How can such love be shortened in one day? How can simple words or a wrapped gift fulfilled everything you provided to us?
In our lives, there are other mothers … aunts and aunts, we had a bond for some days, mothers with different flavor, who do not hold the title itself, but they offer love itself.
How much aunt was closer to a girlfriend? How many aunts served as a second bosom that we resort to when we are looking for the warmth of the family? They are mothers in another spirit, in their own way that makes love an additional flavor, so how can they not be part of this day?
But life does not remain the same, as some mothers leave before we tell them everything in our hearts, before we give them enough time and attention, before we tell them how grateful we are; Because they were in our lives. They left, but they did not leave our hearts, their voices still inhabit our memory, and their advice is hesitant in our minds. How many times have we found ourselves repeating the same words that we said to us one day, in the same tone, in the same way? As if they were not still with us, as if the love that he planted did not die, but rather grown inside us to remain what we lived. May God have mercy on those who are gone, and made Paradise their resting place, and preserved those who remained so that its existence is an irreplaceable blessing.
Mother’s Day is not just an occasion that we celebrate and end, but rather a reminder to us to return to our origin, to put our mothers in the first list of interest, to give them what they deserve from love before we lose the opportunity. Let this be the beginning of this day to be closer, to devote them to sincere moments, to hear their voice more, and share our details as they were doing with us while we are young. Let us always remember that the mother is not a day in the year, but rather the whole life, it is the endless feast, and the unimaginable love.
And you, Mama Laila, the nearest name for the heart, O most beautiful story of age .. Words, nor the days, nor all the gifts that are given on this day. You are the feast that is not absent, and love that is not like love, and safety is similar to the answered supplication. May God protect you, and make you a light in my life, and every year you are my mother … always and ever.
