This latest news leaves me sad… my mother’s condition has weakened immensely, that we should immediately bring her to the hospital! I could not think. Living in far away from her always makes me worry. Almost every day I try to call her. But the condition of severe illness makes us unable to speak for long on the phone. If we talk more than five minutes my mother will cough and her breathing becomes hard. My heart is sore, I want to go home and hug her, massage her back and legs. But it is not easy for me to decide quickly. I have three daughters that need me. The older kids are not yet on school holidays. And My husband is often traveling because of his work. He always asks me to go together to visit my mother…But I always do not have the heart to leave my 12 and 9 year old daughters behind.
Soon after my husband’s recent travel, I became increasingly sad to hear my mother’s voice on the phone which seemed really ill and always ask when I could see her. I always pray in every prayer that I will have the opportunity to get together with her.
Thank God the girls are great and understand my position. I also could get the tickets easily, though tickets Jeddah-Jakarta-Yogyakarta round trip is very difficult to obtain because of Umrah pilgrims season. I can only pray that I could safely arrive in my hometown and see my mother.
Without long preparation, I did not inform my mother that I will come, I want to give her surprise. Alhamdulillah my 2.5 year old daughter was able to persevere this long trip! It must have taken us approximately 10-11 hours!
Arriving at my mother’s house, I immediately went to her room. She looked so thin, exhausted, lying down on her bed. She was surprise to see me and her grand daughter in front of her. She was smile delightedly. She looked as if she got more spirit. Previously, she had been so pale, because when the pain in her lung relapse, she is difficult even to get out of bed.
That evening she should spend the night in the hospital for observation and treatment. I am thankful I was able to accompany her when she was in pain, and led her to recite the dzikr: Laa ila ha illallah. She always told me when she is sick she prefers to be accompanied by her daughters. It makes me heartbroken. Because I know I could not make it…..my eyes filled with tears.
Sisters in Islam… how time, energy and compassion when our mothers raised us could not be exchanged by anything. Even a mountain of gold!
If you still have parents, be thankful. Through their prayer we could be like today. Blessing of our parents is blessing of Allah. Ask forgiveness to our parents often while they are still alive or make silaturahim with their closest relatives if they are passed away. This can add good deeds of our parents who have pious children and it would open the door of our rizq and our salvation, Insha Allah.
A Poem to my Mum
I love you Mum, you gave birth to me
You taught me how to talk, you care for me
You showered me, you taught me how to walk
You help me if I’m wrong
You fed me, you cured me, you sang a song
But best of all, you are my Mum,
and that’s why I wrote this poem just for you…
I love you Mom…