Mother - our love, our joy

Friends,

Being a man, I have my own ego (which I think I should rid it off me) of not showing physical affection, dedication and love for my mother.

I have my own way of showing it - she in fact knows this but it is just me who refused to openly show my physical love for her.

It is not wrong, never have been; but in today's discriminative world, if love and affection is not shown physically, then dont even dream of being spared from "what?!" scream or sharply frowned upon by your friends.

Alas, I am not alone in this.

I know this for a fact - she is my love and my joy. She helped me the most when no one else did. She listened to my problems and put -up with it. She accepted me screaming at her on a rare one or two occasions and I am sure she has forgiven me for doing so, though I think that I have never apologized for screaming at her.

She knows all of this because I for one, am the eldest child of nine and I have other trillion matters running in my head per seconda of time.

That aside.

Below is an amazing photo showing the cycle of life - the mother who used to carry us in her womb for 9 months until us, the offspring who will carry the mother in her senior and ripe years.

It is such a powerful image, one that carries astronomical weight of thoughts that should remind every one of us about the demand and responsibilities of a mother.

Due to hectic demand of never-ending work, we sometimes unnecessarily and unknowingly sidelined our mothers in our thought, when in fact she should be prioritized above all else.

Do good to your mother for if you dont, then think not of smelling the heavens.

Social Media and Mothers

Folks,

I found this picture in my instagram. Somebody posted it and I am just sharing with you.

A very cute picture indeed, in which the caption is in Malay, which in English mean "my mother is so engrossed with whatsapp".

It is a simple image depicting a neglected hungry boy, and his mother is sooo engrossed with social media.

I hope this is not a reality as no child should be left hungry or rot in hunger, while the mother is ignorantly hooked with social media!

Happy Belated Mother's Day

Peeps,

Today I wanted to dedicate this posting to my mother.

This posting is very much related to Mother's Day. Though I don't celebrate mother's day, I still want to dedicate this post to my mother. And hope that she is not reading this. Well, if she did, then too bad. It's hard to keep secrets these days, anyway.

And to those extremist Muslims out there who says that celebrating Mother's Day is like celebrating Jesus' Mother; get a grip of yourself. It is perfectly okay if you do not celebrate mother's day; but if others are celebrating it for a full reason of celberating mothers, please understand that the very reason why we have Mother's Day is so that every child on this planet earth can take a day off their busy schedule to actually attend to their mother.

Of course, it should not just be a day off; instead, it should many days, for mothers don't count the number of days they spent for their loved ones.

And every mothers deserve to be celebrated by their own children.

I am the eldest of nine. I am very serious with my family members and I don't talk a lot with them. Not that I am a bad son or bad big brother, but that is just the way I am. I talk more to my friends than my family member. But that doesn't mean that I love them any less.

And I don't show physical affection and love to my siblings, and also to my mother. Being the prodigal son that I am, I am more comfortable talking to my mother the way I always do.

And of course, she knows that I love her  very much. But that I don't show it to her.

I wanted to thank her for raising me with tender love and care; for nurturing me to become what I am today.

And I wanted to thank her for being there when no one else does; for understanding my complex mind; for appreciating what I am - mt temper, my emotions and my traits.

And thanks to you also Ummi for passing me certain traits that I have inherited from you until this very day:-

(1) That I love nescafe and coffee;
(2) That I love reading books, newspapers and magazines; and
(3) That I love to chew and bite ice.

Those are the three main things that I have inherited from her. I don't think I inherited much trait from my dad, but I will talk more about him in a special column about father's day.

Thank you for every single thing, Ummi; and to me, every single day in my life is a Mother's Day.