Monday, August 29, 2016

How It Feels Like To Lose A Mother

Assalamualaikum and hi guys.

So recently, I have been receiving news of people passed away. My friend's grandmother, my friend's aunt and my friend's mother.
And they all have one thing in common.
They were mothers.
They were somebody's mum.
They were my friend's mum.
They were my friend's dad mum.

Which occur to me, How It Feels Like To Lose a Mother.
It has been in my mind for quite a while. I thought about it at times.
Like if my mother passed away, what should I do? How would I feel? Would I be strong enough to face it, to accept it? Can I take care of my family? Would I be lonely?

My Mother

I am not the type of person that talks much, but I talk a lot with my mum. Especially, when I got home from college. I talk non stop until my mum pretended to be asleep to make me stop.
She is like a friend, a BFF but of course I respect her as a mother.
She always know what I wanted to eat.
I was craving for spaghetti, and suddenly she texted me saying that she cooked spaghetti for dinner.
I wanted KFC, and suddenly she called and asked dad to buy KFC.
These happened a lot of times, and I'm amazed. Like what kind of sixth sense was that.
I remember I 'kacau' her praying, and she chased me out of her room. Then she took revenge by 'kacau' me back when I pray, although what she did was unintentionally. Hahaha.

To me, my mum is such a strong woman. I think all mothers are. I know how hard she work. Sometimes I felt angry towards my brothers for making things much difficult for her. But sometimes I was the one making things difficult and I felt bad. But I don't really apologize. Malu. Hahaha. And probably ego. Sometimes I apologize through letters, texts. Sometimes I hug her for no reason, to compensate for what I did.
There was one time, she had infection in one of her ears. When I got home for the weekend, I saw her lying on her side in front of the TV. After putting my stuffs down, I lie down behind her, and hug her from the back. And I heard her sobbing. I know it must have been so hard for her.

My mum is great in many ways.
There's more that I wanted to write about my mum, but that would be a really really long post.
I think this is more than enough to show how important my mum is in my life.
And losing her would be like losing a part of me.

I can't imagine how would it be like to go home, and she won't be there.
She won't be there
to make fun of my pimply face,
to listen to my endless stories,
to get tease by me,
to laugh at my lame jokes,
to request me play the piano,
to boast about her cooking,
to make fun of our dad,
to tell all the funny things that happened when I wasn't home,
and the list goes on and on and on...

But of course, this is how life is.
Everything that we have is borrowed from Allah.

Be nice to your parents. You never know when is your last moment with them.
Make time for them.
Make them happy.
Don't treat them like a burden, because they never treat us like a burden.

"Always love your mother, because you will never get another..."