Contest Alert: My Love For Mom, My mother is my pride, Pakistan

Assalam u Alaikum,

Subhan Allah, what a lovely contest organized here. Participating in this is a matter of pride for me. Because my mother is the person for me from whom distance always makes me sad. Because I live in Lahore after marriage while my mother lives in Karachi. There is a day's distance by train in between. Apart from this, post-marriage engagements, raising children.

I remember very well that when I was a 15-year-old girl, my mother was seriously ill at that time. She got hepatitis C. Also, her lungs were damaged, she had pankryatic stones. That is why she suffered from many diseases at the same time. But she never let it show on her face. She is seriously ill but was always busy with work. That time was such that my heart wanted to have a lot of wealth and I could get the best treatment of hope.

My mother is my heaven. The more time I spend with them, I feel as if I will never get these precious moments again. Therefore, I stays close to her in time and embraces her love. I serve them as much as possible. When she herself is unable to serve me, she forbids me. But I can't just make my mother sit on my eyelids. My love for my mother increased more when I became a mother myself. Then I realized how much a mother works and works hard for her children. Waking up at night, suffering their illness, preparing food for them on time, keeping them always clean, teaching, writing, taking them with her when she go somewhere, taking care of their mental health, Hold them close to you with love. Therefore, there is any kind of need in the house, mother is always there, anyone wants anything, only mother is asked. If someone is hungry, he is asked from his mother. It is my mother's job to take care of everyone's choice.

After my father died, my mother was left alone. My mom and dad's attachment and love was an example to the whole world.

They were like a pair of two swans. Going everywhere together, taking care of each other, and expressing their love by taking care of each other's needs, even when my mother was seriously ill, my father used to feed her medicine with his own hands, juice for her. They used to make it, squeeze out the juice of whole watermelons in a cloth with their hands and give it to my mother because my mother did not have enough strength to get up and make something special for herself. Vegetable juice, fruit juice, he used to take it out of his own hands and drink it her. When a partner who loves so much leaves her, a woman is completely alone. She has to suffer loneliness in every way, mental and physical. Although all of us brothers and sisters love our mother very much. We are 11 siblings. Mashallah. And every child thinks that he is the most cherished of his mother. Because the mother has raised each child separately as carefully as she had raised the first child.
The more I write about Ami, the less the space will be, but my words will not run out. Before you get bored with the length of my post. I want your permission, thank you very much for reading my post. Allah Hafiz