Assalamu Alaikum WRH, Almighty God's peace and blessings be upon you.
As it is raining heavily outside in Houston, TX, and looking out through
my window, I let my thoughts stray back just couple of decades back.
Similar was the rain, the whole city of Chennai, specifically the area
"Ice House" where I spent my childhood would flood always.
Me and
my little brother Asif were in school. The pickup person (rickshaw puller) who was supposed to pick us from school did not turn up. We were
struck, and I was in my 4th grade.
Worried to death, nearly
crying I was standing clutching the huge iron gates of my school, and
there I saw a similar face drenched in rain with her umbrella waving at
us.
I let go my tears, and nearly hugged my mom. Bringing us back, she bathed us in warm water and gave us hot soup to drink.
This
is just the tip of an iceberg. The amount of affection she
showered upon her kith and kin for sure is immeasurable. The values she
embedded in our systems guided us in our lives, and whenever we even
think of swerving from the right path, her angry yet affectionate face
comes to our minds.
She is not with us now, Yet her parting
words will echo in my ears till my last breathe. Her first advise was to
continue to pray 5 times a day without fail, Pray for her, the family,
and to all the near and dears.
The fortunate among you will still have your mother, Mom, Mamma in your midst.
Visit
her, talk to her, revive your childhood thoughts, tease her, play with
her, and if she still allow place your head on her lap.
This moment will be worth the size of Himalayas in Gold.
Now watch this small song ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5SMOJM7nb8&feature=related
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