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.

[Lotus Flower]

This was a very enjoyable, eye opening story. Most people are not aware of the things mothers go through because of their love for the child they produce. Great write

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Lotus Flower I like your comment.

[Terry Collett]

A familiar tale and well told. Some children can be thankless when they grow up, forgetting the sacrifices made and the love given. I enjoyed the story.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Terry Collett I like your comment.

[Leviathus Fortes]

Well written story.

Might I make a suggestion?
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It was no laughing matter now that Nour was dead. I buried all of my memories when I buried him. I felt as if I'd have nothing to live for since I had lost the nearest person along with all of the loving things that were a part of my life. I felt empty and soulless as if there were nothing more that I could look forward to seeing as a piece of my future. My heart gone away, leaving me hollow inside, wishing that I could follow suit.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Leviathus FortesI like your comment. I'll change this paragraph by yours.

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

It's a very interesting point of view. I like and I understand what you write, but it doesn't read very fluently. I think your sentence structure can be improved. I would read books in English, look at the structure of the sentences. Good story, but still a lot of work to do. Don't lose courage, because I've been there also and I'm still making the same mistakes, but by reading and writing you will improve. :) Rudi

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere like your comment. I promise you I will do my best.

[ANTO]

This is quite the well told story Dakir. I really got a great sense of the life and the needs of the mother by the end of it. It does induce a sense of pity and sorrow - so good writing my friend. Thanks for the RR. God Bless. :)

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much ANTO for your reading and your comment.

[Tara Togoland]

lovely story. I'm short of words to review it with.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much TARA Togoland and your comment.

[luvs2write]

This is a very interesting story, but it just seemed a little rushed to me. I know short stories are so hard to pack all of the information in while still not rushing it. Maybe you could break this up into three parts and go into more detail on each of the parts? Just a suggestion. Very good story though, keep writing!!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much for your comment. I'm in beguinning on writing then I want to start with short short story.

[J. K. Beach]

Such a true snap shot of life... a mother cares for 30 years and her son does not share her sense of duty or bond of love. She always hopes, but is hope enough. Nice write...!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much J.K.Beach for your comment.

[Miles W.]

A very well written story about somebody who gives everything and has so many things not go the way they planned, showing the rougher parts of life. Well done sir!!!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much Miles W. for reading and for your comment.

[nate the great]

love is a very strong emotion, and this story is very moving well put together a few grammatical errors but hey no one is perfect. good job and a mother never feels whole without at least one of her loved ones, ive seen it in action trust me.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

Thank you very much nate the great for reading and for your comment.