Remember and pray for your parents this Ramdan

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Sikm4n | Islamic Channel

July 28, 2012

- [ ♥ Your Mother ♥ ] - 

" Your mother bore you for 9 months, 

She watched her feet well, She struggled to climb stairs, 

She got breathless real quick, 

She bore excruciating pain, 

She suffered many sleepless nights, 

She became your nurse, your chef, your teacher, your cleaner, your friend. 

She struggled for you. But did she see it as a struggle? 

No, she saw it as a Blessing From Allah SWT! "

Love your Mother, And Your Father coz whatever you do for them in this Life, it will NEVER compensate for what they have done for you when you were still in the womb, and after when you were born!

" Rabir Humhuma Kama Rabayani Sageerah "

...a righteous wife is the mother of all blessings.[Shaykh Yasir Qadhi]

If having children is a blessing, a righteous wife is the mother of all blessings.[Shaykh Yasir Qadhi]

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Motherly Love poem

This is dedicated to my cousin sister Nusrat Akhter...

posted by Meera (Nov 2007)

Motherly Love 

by Meera

"The following poem was inspired in the above painting named “Hand in Hand” by Miki, a great artist whose works of art I love. I don’t have children of my own but this is what I’d like to tell them if I had":

Motherly Love

I’m holding your hand

So small in my palm

Don’t you cry my child

I will be always

By your side

I’m holding your hand

So sweet to touch

As harmless as you are

I will protect you

No matter what

Who could love you

More than I

I will hold your hand

Throughout the years

From now

I’ll teach you how to walk

Don’t you worry

I won’t let you fall.

Holding your hand

I see myself in your eyes

Oh baby

Don’t you cry

For you will be always

In my heart.

http://www.inloveheart.wordpress.com - Meera (Maryam)

Our ancestors live on through our lives

“Hand in Hand” (painting) by Miki (2007)

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. ~Shirley Abbott

http://mikiaboom.wordpress.com/

How To Reach Mommy in Heaven Author Unknown

-Dedicated to my boro mami (aunt) Nasima Khatun (1968-2007), may she rest in peace

How To Reach Mommy in Heaven

Author Unknown

Mommy went to Heaven,

but I need her here today.

My tummy hurts, and I fell down,

I need her right away.

Operator can you tell me how

to find her in this book?

Is Heaven in the yellow part,

I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too,

at night I hear him cry.

I hear him call her name sometimes,

but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her,

she will hurry home to me.

Is Heaven very far away,

Is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long, long time,

she needs to come home now!

I really need to reach her,

I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please,

is it listed under "Heaven?"

I can't read these big, big words,

I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator,

I didn't mean to make you cry,

Is your tummy hurting too,

or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church

maybe they will know.

Mommy said when we need help

that's where we should go.

I found the number to my church

tacked up on the wall.

Thank you operator,

I'll give them a call.

There Are No Words by Helen Steiner Rice

-Dedicated to my boro mami (aunt) Nasima Khatun (1968-2007), may she rest in peace

There are no words ...what can I say?

At last her sweet soul winged its way

To peace and freedom in the sky

Where never again will she suffer or cry.

It's all part of God's great plan ...

Which remains a mystery to man.

We cannot understand His ways

Nor can we count our earthly days.

But who are we to question and doubt?

God knoweth well what He's about;

He knew she longed to "go to sleep"

Where only angels, a vigil keep.

The pain of living grew too great

No longer could she stay and wait;

She did not want to leave you, dear,

But she had finished her work down here.

So she closed her eyes and when she awoke,

These are the words the Master spoke ...

"Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last,

And now the burden of living is past."

"There's work for you in My Kingdom, dear

And you are needed and wanted here."

So weep not, she has just gone on ahead,

Don't think of her as being dead.

She's out of sight for a little while,

And you'll miss her touch and her little smile,

But you know she is safe in the home above

Where there is nothing but Peace and Love.

And, surely, you would not deny her peace ...

And you're glad that she has found release.

Think of her there as a soul that is free,

And Home at last, where she wanted to be.

-Helen Steiner Rice

Gone, But Not Forgotten by Marilyn Ferguson

-Dedicated to my boro mami (aunt) Nasima Khatun (1968-2007), may she rest in peace

Gone, but not forgotten

This pain, I cannot hide

In memory, I see you

A million tears, I've cried.

The tender thoughts you left me

Come to my memory

Your loving smile, so precious

Will always be with me.

You visit me in summer

When flowers are in bloom

Upon a ray of sunshine

A star-lit night in June.

When winds are gently blowing

Across a cloudless sky

Within a rolling meadow

Where horse and cattle lie.

I see you in the treetops

As summer comes to be

In shadows, you do linger

A soul so young and free.

I see you in the garden

Your scent does fill the air

Just like a precious flower

A rose, so ever fair.

On country roads, I find you

Along the wooded lane

Within the distant thunder

I see you in the rain.

In early hush of morning

You come without a sound

Upon a blazing sunset

Your memory can be found.

Like sprigs of morning glory

Upon the vine, they grow

With branches reaching outward

Into my heart, you go.

Just like a special angel

God wrapped you in His care

And took you off to heaven

To live with Him, up there.

But often, I still see you

Upon a light blue sky

And long so much to hold you

Why did you have to die?

-Marilyn Ferguson

Only One Mother - Unknown

-Dedicated to my boro mami (aunt) Nasima Khatun (1968-2007), may she rest in peace

You can only have one mother

Patient kind and true,

No other friend in all the world

Will be so true to you.

For all her loving kindness

She asks nothing in return,

If all the world deserts you

To your mother you can turn.

You can only have one mother

Please take her to your heart,

You cannot tell how soon the day

When you and she must part.

Let her know you love her

Cheer and comfort her each day,

For you'll never have another

When she has passed away.

-Unkown

The Devotion to our Mothers

image: AhmadiyyaTimes

In chapter The Women An-Nisa [4.1], Allah states, "And revere (and respect) the wombs (that bore you)" In Islam, pregnancy does not degrade a woman. On the contrary, it elevates the status of a woman.

In chapter The Wise (0r the person Luqman) - Luqman [31:14] - it is stated that "And We have commanded man (to be good) to his parents: In weakness and hardship his mother bore him, and in 2 years (after) was his weaning."

The Quran says in chapter The Winding Sand Tracts - Al-Ahqaf [46:15], "And We have commanded that it is essential for man to be kind to his parents: In pain did his mother bear him, and in pain did she give him birth."

According to a Hadith mentioned in Sahih Bukhari, vol. no. 8, in the Book of Adab, chp 2, hadith no. 2: "A person came to Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) and asked him, 'Who is the person who deserves the maximum love & companionship in this world?' The Prophet replied, 'Your mother.' The man asked, 'Who next?' The Prophet said, 'Your mother.' The man asked, 'After that who?' The Prophet repeated for the the 3rd time, 'Your mother.' The man asked, 'After that who?' Then the prophet said, 'Your father.'"

So woe to those who disrespect the womb that bore them. For those who torment their parents, disavow and betray the woman who bore them and shelters them - they don`t realize the depth of conceit and transgression they dig for themselves!

Woe to them who had parents - whom have passed on from this world, and never got a chance to be loved or honored, for their descendants are the ultimate losers. Woe to those who are in the care of wet nurses, step mothers, guardians and family members and are betrayed willingly - for there is no bigger traitor than the traitor who leaves the battlefield!