Have you guys ever wondered what will happen to you when your mother passed on and there’s no one else to lean on when you have problems and no one to say that you look good each morning while you are combing your hair and the only person who would actually look into your eyes and tell you that she would always support you from behind and should you encounter any problem, you can always ask her for solutions.
Would you even think about it? Well I did. Just imagine this situation, you woke up and realized that you’re late for class and realizing that your mum is still sleeping beside you, you yelled “mum! I’m late. Why won’t you wake me up??!” and you rushed to the bathroom and quickly gave yourself a quick bath. And you rushed back to the room to get dressed. After doing the necessary things you would do every morning, you picked up your bag and cling it on your shoulders and jerk your mum hoping that she’ll be half awake to know that you’re going to school. After much jerking, your instincts tell you that mum is sleeping soundly and you jerk even harder than before and only then you realized that your mum is not sleeping but she’s gone to heaven.
By then it’s too late to say you’re sorry and you’ll be crying your tears out. I’m not trying to be emo here but just think about it, for 9 months, she carried that extra hefty stomach with you in it and felt that you are the most precious gift from god. And little do they know that you would actually disobey and disrespect them. If only they knew you would do those things, they will certainly kill you from young and let you go to heaven without any committed sins. They would rather commit sin then to see you grow up to be a defiant child. Mums are the most precious living thing ever exists in this universe. What I’m trying to say here is, respect your mum. Never ever be disobedient. If they nag just take those important lectures and ignore the useless ones. Never ever let your mum cry for it’s a sin to make someone who brought you up from small to shed their tears just because of your wrong-doings. And to end this, here’s a little poem I found on the internet:

Mother
I appreciate the many prayers
you've whispered during
the worst moments in my life,
and the many hopes for my success
in all that I dreamed of.
I appreciate the kind wishes
that would make me so happy
and fulfilled,
and the gentle words
of encouragement
that were meant to strengthen
my quests.
I appreciate the moments of sorrow
you experienced during my failures,
and the little gestures of kindness
that always made me feel better.
I appreciate your acceptance,
your ability to understand,
and the sincere friendship
that always gave me such security.
I appreciate the wisdom
of all the lessons you taught,
and the meaning behind the words
"unconditional love."
I appreciate all you've done--
every word and gesture.
I know you've been the best there is--
a mother beyond all compare.
For all you've done...
thank you, Mom.
For all that you are...
I love you.