Mother's Hope

I tried to add more about what mother"s need.

I was married in my 20s, I was eager to have a baby. I came from a big family, we were five sisters so I decided early with my husband Nour to start a family.

Two months later, I was pregnant. I was very careful , I would not hurt my baby so I ate healthy food, slept well,  smiled, made myself happy by reading jokes in magazines, breathed deeply fresh air in the park, left a smoky places. I was proud of my baby. Once I saw him, my eyes lit up. It was love at first sight. I was head over heels in love with him. I was nuts about him. It was an amazing time. I’m crazy about him. We called him Rabia.

During one year I breastfed my son Rabai. I didn’t sleep well anymore. I thought about him every day. I asked myself, “ Did he eat well?, Did he sleep well?,  was he Ok?.” When he laughed I laughed too, when he cried I cried too. When he fell sick I fell sick too.

The years have gone by fast ,  Rabia reached the age of six. We registered him in the best school. I devoted my life to raising him, I drew pictures with him, played with him, cooked the best food for him, read children’s stories with him, watched children’s TV program with him, bought clothes and shoes for him, reminded him  to do his homework and brush his teeth before going to bed at eight o’clock in the evening, guided him through this life on a good path, gave him advice, gave him a crash courses in life subjects, told him to keep his chin up, paid him a compliment, made time for him, worked my tail off to save money for him, prayed for him, made many sacrifices for him.

The years went past, After, Rabia graduated, he found a job in a short time. He became smarter, stronger, more handsome , more knowledgeable, more confident. He got some experience under his belt. I could count on him. I had waited patiently for this moment.

I told myself, ” I seemed to done my job well, Right now, Rabia is able to follow the rest of his journey in a safe way. It’s time to take a rest for a while.”


As soon as he started to work, he fell in love with a girl called Nora. they could not buy an apartment so we offered for to live with us.

Later, Rabia and Nora immigrated to Canada then they immersed themselves in work. They worked as heavy as the heavy rain in Canada. Over the years their heart became as hard as the rocks.

I whispered to myself, “ I’m like a tree in my country, it takes me years to grow and give  fruits before exporting them to another country, where all things can be bought even my dearest son, Rabia. He grew inside me for nine months,  I owned his soul and his body. He was in good hands, I took care of him for thirty years, I was his first friend, I dedicated all my life to making him happy, he had enjoyed with my delicious home cooked, he had enjoyed my company. I had covered him with my blanket in the  cold. I had done  my best.
Right now, I’m useless to him, he left me, stabbed me in the back, left me with my loneliness. My education was a real flop, my dream was disappeared, I felt down in the dumps. I live with it. I’m as that tree which lost fruits and its roots dried, they expected me to die.” The tears fell down my cheeks.

 

 

Later, my husband Nour died. I buried with him all my happy memories. It was no laughing matter. I have nothing to live for. I have lost the nearest person to me and all loving things in my life. My life is empty and soulless. I have nothing to live for. I want to die too.

For God’s sake, One hope that I have to achieve before that time  is to see my son, my heart, my life, Rabia, beside me, speak with him, listen his voice, talk together about his childhood, touch his hands, kiss him on his head, hug him so tightly, as much as I can then I would the happiest Mother in the world.

©2015 Dakir Abderrahmane

Author's Note

For your comment, I 'll feel well....

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

A beautiful write indeed. The empathy you have shown with a man's view on what a Mother might feel in these circumstances is remarkable.

I enjoyed this story......sadly this a situation that happens many times in a Mother and Father's life. You wake up one day and the children you loved cared for with your heart and soul have disappeared or are absent from your life due to many circumstances.

Well done....thanks for sending my way.

Kind regards

Helena :)

P.S. Thought I would put this comment where it should have gone the first time!! :)

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Helena for reading. I enjoyed your comment.

[Konigin]

This was sad. But I liked the pace of it. It was a beautiful piece. Well done. :)

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Chelsea Konigin very much for reading, I like your comment.

[Konigin]

You're welcome! :)

[dan]

This must have been very hard for you to write. One thing is certain; parents can only do so much before the child has other, outward, sources of whom to turn, new horizons. Sometimes the parents are seemingly forgotten by the child. There is a poem (made into a song) by Harry Chapin called, "Cat's Cradle," and it pretty much outlines what this mother (who I assume is someone close to you) is enduring, the feeling that she gave her all for the child and now the child does not seem to care. All we, as parents, can do is our job in raising them right, after that it's up to them to follow the path you helped clear for them. If they do not the parent must simply take comfort in the fact that he or she did all that they could to guide the child. It's then the child's job to return that love as best as they can. Very sad but all-too-familiar write, sir. take care...dan

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you dan very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.

[W R Stowe]

The first thing l will say is everything in this life belongs to God not us including our children,we are just care takers o God's property.That being said you may want to place this piece in edit because I detect the same broken English as my wife speaks being a Filipino national.We usually don't catch it because we always talk like this daily.The edit page will show you your errors and typos.The story line was alright but it is reflecting broken English don't feel alone I do it all the time God bless

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you W R Stowe very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.

[W R Stowe]

Your welcome not a problem

[Jennie Baron]

Thanks for asking me to read this. It truly moved me emotionally. The English could use some work (no offense) but the situation needs no translation. You've captured feelings many mothers have when they feel their children have abandoned them. Very well done! I'd be glad to read your writing in the future; you only have to send me a read request rather than a message.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Jennie Baron very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.

[Valentine]

Some mothers seem to want the leaving home stage to wait to happen. Others give their children away. Those who raised their own cannot bear to lose them. Valentine

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Valentine very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.

[Jennifer Shaw]

Such a beautiful and sad story! Very touching. Thank you for sharing. Seeing a baby all grown up is a sweet sorrow.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Jennifer Savage very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.

[olla]

the subject matter here will always engage your readers.. the difficulty is in trying to elicit the desired emotional response from the reader when one is using a language that they are unfamiliar with.. I wish I could read it in your native language.. grammatical errors aside.. I had difficulty FEELING your story.. someone who is fluent in both languages would perhaps be better able to advise you in this area..

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you OLLA very much for reading your comment encourage me to work more in this area.

[Calibaster]

Grammatical errors, but we all have those ... I was thinking of my mom, and I'm glad she is still around, even if it is to kick me to school, or force me to do homework or the dishes. This was a great story, and as a female myself, with maternal instincts, I know that while I don't have a child now; when I get old enough and have one, I'm going to love whoever it is. Girl, boy, retarded or blessed with regular facilities ... That perfect child (cause you're always perfect in your parents eyes) will be my life; I can't wait. Great job, really good story. 😄

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Marvin Alverrann very much for reading I like your comment.

[Calibaster]

You're welcome!

[Workvio]

It is normal for children to grow up, marry, and move away ... It is not normal for any child to forget his parents, most especially when they are alone and in need ... A story with a good message ...

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Marvin Thomas Cox Flynn very much for reading I like your comment.

[Christopher Casper]

This was an incredibly emotional piece for me. I'm 23 and I lost my mother to breast cancer recently. Needless to say I am devastated. As I read all of the stages of you nurturing your son, I couldn't help but think that I wish my mother and I could have talked more about those stages before it was too late. I realize we spent too much time on the petty things and left out a lot of what was most important. I sincerely hope that your son will come back around and realize the more important things in life.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Christopher Casper very much for reading, your comment is wondeful.