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.

[DJ]

such a sad story with a glimmer of hope,thanks for sharing

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you DJ for your words.

[Irenic]

It is light hearted and over whelming reality depicting story. emotions of mothers, the way you expressed is depicting reality and softness of her character. I like that paragraph and comparison between mother and tree
“ I’m like a tree in my country, it takes me years to grow up and give fruits before we export them to another country, they buy all things even my dearest son Rabia. He grew up inside me nine months, I owned his soul and his body. He was in good hands, I took care for him thirty years, I was his first friend, I dedicated all my life to make him happy, he enjoyed with my food which were out of this world, he enjoyed with my company. I covered him with my carpet in cold. I did my best.
your story is classic and beautiful.

[Lydia Shutter]

Mothers love their children with their heart and soul, but the truth is, they can not expect their children to stay with them forever. The children become adults, fall in love, marry, and have families of their own. Their first loyalty must be to their spouses and children. No, they must never forget their parents, but a parent must not make a child feel guilty for moving on with his or her life. Your story is well written and very emotional though I can see a few spelling and grammatical errors. I think English is not your first language and certainly you have a better grasp of English than I do of your Native language. Lydi*

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Lydia Shutter.

[Cryingkate]

I am in agreement with, Richard Helbert, I don't really like reading stories, but I read this anyway and agree very much with,Richard.

I would not let the grammar hinder your writing in any way. In fact it is perfect. There is a special enjoyment reading the way a person speaks. It's natural and add a wonderful flavor to the soup.
We wouldn't want everything in the kettle or on our dinner table looking sounding tasting alike.
We want variety and natural foods. So why force a cucumber to taste like an onion? :-)

As far as the story goes.. well......... I'm guilty ... I put my parents and family first.. above myself. When they are gone, I won't have the opportunity. Then I will have no choice. But that day came and they are gone and I do not regret. Maybe I should? For I lost much as far as personal gain. But the conscience is clean and my heart is lighter then it could be.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Cryingkate.

[Cryingkate]

I Thank You Abderrahmane . Would you mind if I called you Ab ?

[wordman]

I think this is a classic story about a woman and her family,she feels left out and left behind
her husband gone and her children seem to not have time for her,this is tragic
a mothers love is almost as great as gods love,and one day you will go home and he will miss you very much

[Cryingkate]

Fancy meeting you here :-) We must of been reading the story at the same time, however it took me longer to comment LOL

[wordman]

so we visit the same grocery store huh

[Cryingkate]

Guess so....

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Straight forward, I think it captures well what thoughts may pass through a proud mother's mind, the sentiment whith which the narrator expresses her love and desires is something most mothers (I guess) could relate. There is grammar to consider, of course not being your mother tongue it is not all that important, however I would like to point out this one mistake in the last paragraph as it seems important, "...hung him so tightly..." unless you actually mean to "hang" him as if sending him to the gallows because he left, I guess you wanted to say "...HUG him so tightly...", nice piece nevertheless.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I edited it by my teacher, you can take a look.

[Charles Stewart]

Very well written, I enjoyed it :)

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Charles Stewart very much for reading.

[Emily]

A lovely story about a mothers love!
Well done!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Emily very much for reading. I like your comment.

[Abilash Uttama]

a sad reality... good read and fixing up grammatical mistake will make it even better..:)

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Abilash Uttama very much for reading.I 'll promise you. I 'll fixe it.

[CA Anurag Sharma]

Cruel truth of the world....

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you Anurag very much for reading.