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.

[R J Askew]

A very enjoyable read because it reminds us of what is important in life, because it strips a human journey down to its basics.

I especially like the notion of the tree and its fruit, and how important that fruit is to the tree. Yet how strange is that world that rich countries often draw the best fruit to themselves.

I love this passage, 'They worked as heavy as heavy rain in Canada. Over the years their heart became as hard as the rocks.' Yes, it is a sad thought, but it is vividly expressed using links to nature.

We so often forget, we lose touch with trees and nature and how we all are at our core.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you RJ Askew very much for reading, i love your comment.

[Mayank]

very touching and wonderful piece sir...
you have expressed emotions very well here!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much for reading, i love your comment.

[Daisy]

It's called mother's love...... For this I know it's hard but I want to say this to all mothers that don't expect anything from your children when they came to mature age at least 25..... I say this to my mother too because it's a harsh truth which everyone should be prepared for..... Life is like this, we expect so much but we don't give enough....
We don't care about our parents but when we become parents we want all we expect what we ourself wasn't able to give....
It's really a wonderful story you have written here......... great job

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much for reading, i love your comment. I'm agree with you.

[Raja Anjana Kothapalli]

A mother's love persists to exist, despite the ill-treatment and neglect from her children. It only grows and never decreases. Your beautiful story supported this truth very well and celebrated the love of mother. Kudoz to you, Abderrahmane Dakir!☺

-Anjana

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Raja for your comment. I love it.

[prince digbani]

Wow,There is no LOVE like MOTHER'S LOVE, A very big thank you to my mum, momzillaNC, all the mothers in this forum, and finally to you my friend Dakir for sharing this great piece of work.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much prince digbani it's just a little bit for our mothers.

[prince digbani]

Yeah, they are worth more than a thousand words

[Afraa]

Someone get a tissue for this teary-eyed girl over here. You sir, know how to write a story. The entire time I was reading, I imagined my mother, hence why the tears came out. Indeed this is a way of life, sadly. It is amazing how our parents take care of us first, then we grow to take care of them. One must appreciate and express their love for their mothers. No one else cares more.

This would have to be the most powerful and heart-wrenching story I have read in a while. The sad sentiments behind the story is intense, and has an impact on the reader. I give you credit for the title as well.

I am glad I came across this. Beautifully written, Dakir.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Afraa I like your comment.

[Kathryn Smith]

This is a beautiful story!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Kathryn Smith I like your words.

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful write, poet...
and so touching to the cores of our being. Bravo......

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Sami Khalil I like your comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)...................

[Olumegbon]

This is really nice and touching too, nice one on the write up... Our mothers deserves the best.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Olumegbonl I like your comment.

[Eddie Davis]

It is a tale that transcends cultures or countries, for that is the lament of many mothers throughout the world. it seems that the lady in this story was so devoted to her family that she never found time for herself. In Western cultures this has changed some. A woman's worth is more than her ability to bear children or to raise them or even as the wife of a man. How sad that children take advantage of their mother's love, then ignore them when they no longer need them. Truly a heart-breaking tale, but well told.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Eddie Davis I like your comment.