By Rakhshinda Shakir
The combination of these three alphabets – M O M – when touches my crimson lips, the panic in my heart vanishes into soft smiles. While picturing her presence in mind I see my world emerging as a rainbow in the sky. The reverent personality in the entire world could be no one else than a mother. She is the one who shares, cares and dares to bring us in the world. Her tummy where she keeps us for nine months is the safer place ever to live in with full protection from inner and outer fluctuations provided by mom.
Surprisingly, the belly of mom serves as the first residence of a kid and terms to be the home that a child first enters to. Infinite contributions of a mom start from the very first day of getting a baby in her tummy. A sense of completion and jubilant is expressed in her smile with the feeling of her first baby kick. Anxiously waiting for our arrival to the universe she bends and whispers, making us feel her presence till the last moment of our birth or even till her last breath. Even when we lie in a dark she believes our sacred self will one day merge into rising sun.
Needless to say, “who cares when I hurt”. It is our favorite sentence when we are sad. Anybody does or not a mother does definitely care. She thinks of our welfare beyond our imaginations. What a warmth relation is of a mother! Until we born, consulting a doctor becomes her routine practice. She makes regular contacts with a doctor ensuring and attempting best possible means for securing our health. She gets shots for different diseases just for the sake of our upcoming days won’t get into severe hindrance and end up hurting. Any doubt for a mother being an angel?? We are just a glimmer of hope for rest of the world until we are born but mom turns that hope into certainty by giving birth to us. The most exciting moment in her life when we are born healthy there is no ways of happiness for her.
Our initial days seem too odd surrounded by strangers after we are brought to the world, but there exist a personality whom we have known nine months earlier. Our best buddy who felt no hesitation sharing the food she had, carrying us along where ever she goes and protecting us from calamities approaching us. Of course she is the dare devil who took a stand for our safe arrival to the universe. Though it is just a word comprising three alphabets M O M, but looking deep into it, realizes us the hidden world resides in it. The time we are born perhaps we are too little to realize the greatness she bestowed upon us with care and concern. It is more than true that there are times when mother has to play the role of father and mother.
Mothers can be father but father can never be mothers, if someone does not agree with my statement then tell me the point, why the children brought-up by Moms are more perfect than the one who are deprived of mother’s care and looked after by the fathers only? It is a matter of fact for many of those who extremely think fathers are good parents then mothers may show contradictory thoughts. Of course fathers have their own roles to be played but all I am talking here is about just Mom. It should not be taken as a material for comparison. Believe it or not, a child is always more close to a mother. It is for more reasons than one.
More or less everywhere dad is the one who is source of income. Say even if it is a compulsion or whatever, he stays most of the time out and away from home. Such circumstances provide a platform where mother and a child interaction is comparatively more than a father thus leading to warmth relation between mother and child. Look back and think of your childhood and if you cannot then see a mom bringing up a kid around you. Probably you will realize who is a mom.
A crying child feeling her mom coming towards her stops shedding tears “mother is a feeling of satisfaction”. When you are about to fall or you burn your skin, you say “a Nan la’’ mother is the first person in your mind when troubled. When you find no comfortable pillow to lie on, mom is the one with a comfortable lap. When you are hurt mom is cure, when you are down in spirit mom is pray. Whenever there comes a discussion on angel, I kindled my mom a pure and real fairy that I used to study long ago in a fairy tales. Best example of pure love is when we had four apples and we were five my mom said, “I don’t like apple. Mom is great and benevolent supporter. Mom is sweet and dear and mom is not just a word comprising three alphabets M O M but mom is what makes you feel.
My feeling and reverence for that true love will not be completed unless I seek the essence what my MOM dreamed me to be and what she actually does like to be paid back for her care. May be she is in no need of any return, but her ultimate and infinite care and prayers for my successful and balance life, is a source of great motivation for my entity. I don’t hesitate to term this source of inspiration as ‘’the only light’’ of my life-path.
(Rakhshinda Shakir is a student at the Shaheed Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Institute of Science and Technology (Szabist), Islamabad.)
Rakhshinda! You are going to be a great writer. After reading your writing, I would say that you have undoubtedly got great perfection.
Best luck and keep it up.