My beautiful mother carried me inside of her womb for nine months, she felt sick for months with nausea, and then she watched her feet swell and her skin stretch and tear. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and even a simple task like putting her shoes on was a huge struggle for her. She suffered many sleepless nights while I kicked and squirmed inside of her, and she went through EXCRUCIATING PAIN to bring me into this world. She became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher, my agony aunt and my best friend. Shes struggled for me, cried over me, fought for me, put herself second for me, hoped the best for me and has driven herself insane with worries over me but never has she asked for anything in return because she loves me. Islam teaches me to be good to my parents. Mummy, as you add a year today, may Allah fill your heart with the JOY OF MOTHERHOOD, bless you with unequal health, approve of your heart desires, meet you at the point of need, bless you with unlimited wealth, and above all grant you Al’Janah Fridaus whenever you depart from this sinful world. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 05:46:06 +0000
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