Okay guys, mushy post alert.
I repeat, mushy post alert. If you can’t stand mushy stuffs, you have been forewarned. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ But i guarantee you, after this, you’ll be a mushieliever (mushy + believer = a believer in mushy-ness). Ladies and gentlemen,
Every mumma is a girl at heart. Yes she’s grown old, but deep down there’s still a little girl in there. So being the only son, i know she married late with my old pops, i think she was about in her 40s or sorts that she met my dad, who was around 60ish back then.
When she heard she was 🤰 pregnant, her gynae told her that it was quite risky to carry on, and the baby would have a high chance of developing complications such as down-syndrome and whatever nots. But my dad’s her second marriage, and she’s my dad’s second, and they had no child previously.. so they gave a thought about it and decided to keep the baby.
By the grace of the Almighty, the baby boy 👶🏻 turn out fine and healthy and grew up healthily. I mean what are the odds?! Subhanallah.
I remember Shaykh Ahmad Saad telling me in Madinah, he specifically shared my story to the audiences at one of his talks in London relating it to how by the Qadar of Allah swt, He willed for my parents, through an arranged 2nd marriage were to be given their only child at such an age. And their only was diagnosed with cancer when he was 11, and after he survived the illness, he became a student of knowledge.
A person asked Prophet ﷺ was asked, “Who amongst the people is most deserving of my good treatment? He ﷺ said: Your mother, again your mother, again your mother, then your father...” So ibu, what can i say?
My thank you’s aren’t enough. Spending time for makan outings weeks after weeks will never enough be enough either. And what can my #thankyous #sorrys and #Iloveyou surmount to your love and sacrifices for me?
Alhamdulillah. :) recite a prayer for my mother will you? And my prayers for your mum too. Thank you.