Happy mother's day to me.
It is true, Islamically speaking, today should be no different to any other day. You see, mother's day in Islam should be every day. There is not a more elevated position than that of mother- as Thomas reminded me some weeks ago, as his mother, Heaven itself is under my foot!
But today, I was patently reminded of just how blessed I am. I know that might sound so cliche, and perhaps it is, but cliches are born from indisputable truths, and the truth of the matter is I am a very lucky woman indeed.
To be the vessel that delivered such incredible people into this world is nothing short of miraculous. Each and every one of them, my children, are special. Each of them adds richness, spirit and beauty to the mosaic that is our world. They are at once my hopes and dreams for what humanity should be and could be. The love, warmth, kindness, compassion and mercy that we all ought to possess. They offer me all of this and more, unconditionally, every day.
So it is only fitting that I pay homage to them, individually, right here.
Wafa, my beautiful daughter, thank you. I am inspired by your strength, humbled by your wisdom, and forever grateful to you for holding my hand through the hardest moments of my life.
Raneem, my beautiful daughter, thank you. I am in awe of your spirit, uplifted by your kindness and forever grateful to you for sharing with me your rainbow-coloured lens with which to behold the world.
Mohamad, my beautiful son, thank you. I am made hopeful by your endless capacity to love, amazed by your boundless ability to forgive, and reassured by the man, the 'rajul' I can see you becoming.
Thomas, my beautiful son, thank you. I am enlivened by your racing mind, heartened by your sensitivity and thankful to you for giving me a second chance.
Eamonn, my beautiful son, thank you. I am overwhelmed by your unconditional affection, entertained by your sharp sense of humour, and comforted by your wilful determination.
Jacob, my beautiful baby, thank you. I am reminded of God's Magnanimity through your very existence, exhilirated by your unquestionable love and made aware of my own humanity by your dependence and fragility.
My dear children, you have changed me, challenged me and moulded me into a better daughter, sister, wife, friend, woman.
Indeed, it is a happy mother's day today as it was all of my yesterdays and, with much anticipation, it will be all of my tomorrows.
With love.
It is true, Islamically speaking, today should be no different to any other day. You see, mother's day in Islam should be every day. There is not a more elevated position than that of mother- as Thomas reminded me some weeks ago, as his mother, Heaven itself is under my foot!
But today, I was patently reminded of just how blessed I am. I know that might sound so cliche, and perhaps it is, but cliches are born from indisputable truths, and the truth of the matter is I am a very lucky woman indeed.
To be the vessel that delivered such incredible people into this world is nothing short of miraculous. Each and every one of them, my children, are special. Each of them adds richness, spirit and beauty to the mosaic that is our world. They are at once my hopes and dreams for what humanity should be and could be. The love, warmth, kindness, compassion and mercy that we all ought to possess. They offer me all of this and more, unconditionally, every day.
So it is only fitting that I pay homage to them, individually, right here.
Wafa, my beautiful daughter, thank you. I am inspired by your strength, humbled by your wisdom, and forever grateful to you for holding my hand through the hardest moments of my life.
Raneem, my beautiful daughter, thank you. I am in awe of your spirit, uplifted by your kindness and forever grateful to you for sharing with me your rainbow-coloured lens with which to behold the world.
Mohamad, my beautiful son, thank you. I am made hopeful by your endless capacity to love, amazed by your boundless ability to forgive, and reassured by the man, the 'rajul' I can see you becoming.
Thomas, my beautiful son, thank you. I am enlivened by your racing mind, heartened by your sensitivity and thankful to you for giving me a second chance.
Eamonn, my beautiful son, thank you. I am overwhelmed by your unconditional affection, entertained by your sharp sense of humour, and comforted by your wilful determination.
Jacob, my beautiful baby, thank you. I am reminded of God's Magnanimity through your very existence, exhilirated by your unquestionable love and made aware of my own humanity by your dependence and fragility.
My dear children, you have changed me, challenged me and moulded me into a better daughter, sister, wife, friend, woman.
Indeed, it is a happy mother's day today as it was all of my yesterdays and, with much anticipation, it will be all of my tomorrows.
With love.
