Islam teaches us to have a very high respect to our parent especially our mother.
"A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘OMessenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?' The Prophet said: Then your father. "(Bukhari, Muslim).
Below is an article from eramuslim.com that I tried to translate to english, hope will benefit all. Aaameennn.
About Love, Episode: Eternal Love
“Mom, what are they, twinkling above...?” my
index finger pointed to the sky,
“They are called stars, son, one of amazing creatures of Allah,” Mom explained perfectly
and wisely.
I
knew it, I was slightly more than two years old that time. An age in which I
wanted to know about everything and sought for 1000 questiosn from anyone on
things I newly seen. And Mom, she’s the most patient person in answering all of
the questions. Although I never satisfied, I was pretty sure that time that
Mama knew everything.
Since
that night, I often stood up behind the house looking up to the sky watching
millions of twinkling stars, and Mom was always accompanying me. I remember
that Mom was in difficulty trying to find the answer when I asked whether the
stars have a name. Smartly, Mom explained that stars are like us, human. If
human has a name, then stars also have a name.
“That star over there, what’s its name, Mom..?
Her
forehead corrugated, her brain tried to find an answer. Until finally, “Ooh,
that star I know its name, it’s my star since it’s name is exactly this my daughter’s
name too...” Her hug was so warm. No one could do it except Mom. That time I thought
Mom only carried out her responsibility as a parent to accompany and make me
happy.
The
following days, when nights came, Mama already knew that before my sleeping
time, I would always take her to look up at the sky. Because I was more happy
after mom told me that name of the star I had pointed to was my name too.
However, in a day mom dissapointed me because she couldn’t accompany me. Mom
got sick, said Dad.
I
cried, since that night I wasn’t intended to ask Mom not only to accompany me
like she had done at the previous nights. I also wanted Mom to bring me the
stars home. I want them to be my friends in playing, so I didn’t have to be sad
when mom was taking me to ge into the home back
But
Mom still couldn’t help me. She couldn’t
sit together with me at the backyard, feeling the touch of the soft wind, enjoying the peaceful night,
and smiling to the moon, whatmore brought me the stars, Until the last night, I
was still dissapointed. At the night, I didn’t want to eat, so that my sick Mom
had to force herself to sing a love song to accompany me sleeping. The latter I thought too was a parent’s
obligation, singing a song to accompany her son sleeping.
The
following day I got cold because at the previous night I didn’t want to eat
after had been in the backyard for hours “playing” with stars. Although she was
little worried, Mom didn’t got panic. Mom’s warm touch rubbed special ingredient around my small
body. After two days, my cold wasn’t dissapear although Mom had taken me to a
doctor.
Mom
get panic. My body’s heat got higher and I often talked in my sleep. But in the
sleeptalking Mom found out the best medicine to cure me (until this point, I
still thought that finding cures, healing one’s children are merely a parent’s
obligation)...
.
I
didn’t know what Mom had done. After sleeping for hours, I woke up and I got
surprised, almost not believing what I saw in the my room’s ceiling.
Stars.....mom had made me stars out of metallic papers. There were a lot of
them, tens or may be hundreds of them. Some of them were hung, some others
scattered around in my bed and the floor. I kissed mom for bringing me home the
stars from the sky. And mom was right, I see that each of the stars had a name.
One of them, the biggest and most beautiful star, named by Mom after my name.
***
That
mama’s son often looking up to the stars in the past is now an adult. I have
lived independently. But I am still my mom’s son. Yesterday, I called mom to
tell her that I wasn’t healthy and not going to the office. Some hours later,
accompanied by dad and one of my little brothers, Mom came. I am still Mom’s
star, she let my head rested on her shoulder. She hugged me. I felt again the warmness till I slept
At
the afternoon, Mom intended to go home. Actually I wanted Mom to stay for some
days, but my little brother whispered, “When you called her, actually she was
sick too...”
A
tear dropped from my eye. I didn’t know what to say. That time. I realized one
thing. All those mom had done for me are not obligations. They are called love,
an eternal love. A love that I can’t never pay break. And Mom is a real star to
me. (Bayu Gawtama)
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