Mother!
۔۔ ماں کے نام ۔۔
یہ کامیابیاں، یہ عزت، یہ نام تم سے ہے
خدا نے جو بھی دیا ہے، مقام تم سے ہے
تمہارے دم سے ہے مرے لہو میں خلعتِ گلاب
مرے وجود کا سارا انتظام تم سے ہے
کہاں بساطِ جاں اور میں کم سن و ناداں
یہ میری جیت کا سب اہتمام تم سے ہے
جہاں جہاں ہے میری دشمنی سبب میں ہوں
جہاں جہاں ہے میرا احترام، تم سے ہے
(عائشہ سے شکریہ کے ساتھ)
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING!”
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing old and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, “It’s none of your business.”
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.”
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.
“Rock me baby, rock me all night long
The hand who rocks the cradle…may rock the world”
Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother. There’s no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother!!!
She will be there for you…to listen to your woes, your braggings, your frustations. Ask yourself…..have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her “blues” of working in the kitchen, her tiredness??? Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a different view from hers. Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.
Don’t take the things closest to your heart for granted. Cling to them as you
would to your life; for without the parents, Life is meaningless.
Mother is the essence of one’s life … I love you ami !!!
Wassalam









کبھی کبھی سوچتا ہوں کہ اگر ماں ایسی ہوتی ہے تو خدا کیسا ہو گا؟
ایک ماں کی محبت ہی لازوال ہے، اور خدا کی محبت تو ستر ماؤں سے زیادہ ہے۔ اور ستر میں بھی ہر دس دوسرے سے دس گنا ہے۔۔۔ ہماری گنتی کی حد سے باہر ۔۔۔ !
a very beautiful poem indeed.
I’m gonna go hug my mom now.
i wish i could read urdu but being born in America n one put any importance on it.
قدرت اللہ شہاب اپني عظيم تصنيف “ماں جي” ميں لکھتے ہيں
ماں جي کا نام آتا ہے تو بے اختيار رونے کو جي چاہتا ہے۔ ليکن اگر رويا جائے تو ڈر لگتا ہے کہ ان کي روح کو تکليف نہ پہنچے اور اگر ضبط کيا جائے تو خدا کي قسم ضبط نہيں ہوتا۔
A correct analysis about different stages of life from birth to growing old. Sadly these things are happening in our society.
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میں ہمیشہ یہی سمجھتا ہوں کہ ماں کی عظمت کے آگے دوسرا کوئی نہیں ۔ ہنسی خوشی، دکھ درد ہر حال میں کوئی ساتھ دے تو وہ صرف ماں ہی ہے ۔
Great!!!!!!. Amazing poem. Mom, mom the best!
But you missed from 25-30, 31-39,41-49,51-59,61-69,71-79,…. ni-nj.
where n = same single letter and i and j are counters from 1 to 9.
very touching sentiments about mother (’Maan’). Just re-established my feeling that whenever you utter the word ‘Mother’ in any language in any way, it sprinkles the same shimmering gems everywhere.
Everyone’s right …. whatever said in praise of mother … is yet so small in her appreciation!
oh yara amaiis r alwasy greta:) love to ur mom
great* oopps
How ungrateful of us, who keep grudges against our mothers…How pathetic of us, who hide things from her, who don’t trust her, who don’t have the nerve to listen to her ’so called lectures’ .
May Allah guide us all, and may we realize the importance of mothers in our life. May Allah bless all the mothers of this world. Amen.
Agli poem Dad key baray main
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with regards
FM
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OMG…Asma this post is amazing, you made teary eyed specially in the days m missing my mother alot. I’m on the verge of my madness to meet her as soon as possible to hug her.
Good work lady…. I’m impressed by this post. It has a true essence of human emotions.
Jeeti rahoo
Gul | 10.03.05 – 2:08 am | #
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ya .. mothers are just beyond these words of praises!!!
Asma | Homepage | 10.03.05 – 12:21 am | #
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this is such a sweet post…..i think i read something like somewhere else too but still it is so strong in words kind of makes you think about your behavior towards ur mother…..
thanks asma
zenia | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 6:45 am | #
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well just wanna say .. Love ya Mother.. i miss ya … anyway the i didnt c any broken link.. checked on firefox and IE .. on both it lookz fine ..
Jawwad | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 3:47 am | #
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good one, i might steal that
Dan | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 2:30 am | #
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i say just superb
Muhammad Imran | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 2:14 am | #
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moms ke barey mein jitna likha jaye kam hai, specially meri life mein meri mom ka BOHUT bara contribution hai, she is my life! she is my world! she is EVERYthing for me
just sharing a poem I have.
Yeh kaamiyabiyaan izzat yeh naam tumse hay
Khuda nay jo bhi diya hay makaam tumse hay
tumharay dum say hein mere lahoo mein khilte gulaab
mere wajood ka sara intizaam tumse hay
kahaan basaat jahaan aur mein kamsan o naadaan
yeh meri jeet ka sab ehtamam tumse say
jahaan jahaan hay meri dushmani sabab mein hoon
jahaan jahaan hay mera ehtraam tumse hay
-Take Cares, Allah Hafiz
Ayesha | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 1:37 am | #
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Great post………..
Shoiab Safdar | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 1:17 am | #
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I still remember that I read the shorter version of this in school assembly on mother’s day and when it was about to end, me and other teachers had tears in our eyes.
Raheel | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 12:59 am | #
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I still remember that I read the shorter version of this in school assembly on mother’s day and when it was about to end, me and other teachers had tears in our eyes.
Raheel | Homepage | 09.30.05 – 12:59 am | #