Mother - Real Face

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Man Pushes Wife To Save Himself From A Sinking Cruise Ship. But The Reality Is Priceless.

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A teacher was tutoring a class of students when she relayed a story about a cruise ship capsized while at sea, and on the ship was a couple that managed to make their way to a lifeboat but realized there was only space for one. You’ll never guess what lesson they learned from the story.

A cruise ship met with an incident at sea. On the ship was a couple, after having made their way to the lifeboat, they realized that there was only space for one person left.

At this moment, the man pushed the woman behind him and jumped onto the lifeboat himself.

The lady stood on the sinking ship and shouted one sentence to her husband.

The teacher stopped and asked, "What do you think she shouted?"

Most of the students excitedly answered, "I hate you! I was blind!"

Now, the teacher noticed a boy who was silent throughout, she got him to answer and he replied, "Teacher, I believe she would have shouted - Take care of our child!"

The teacher was surprised, asking "Have you heard this story before?"

The boy shook his head, "Nope, but that was what my mom told my dad before she died to disease".

The teacher lamented, "The answer is right".

The cruise ship sunk. The man went home and brought up their daughter single-handedly.

Many years later after the death of the man, their daughter found his diary while tidying his belongings.

It turns out that when parents went onto the cruise ship, the mother was already diagnosed with a terminal illness. At the critical moment, the father rushed to the only chance of survival.

He wrote in his diary, "How I wished to sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, but for the sake of our daughter, I can only let you lie forever below the sea alone".

The story is finished, the class was silent.

The teacher knows that the student has understood the moral of the story, that of the good and the evil in the world, there are many complications behind them which are hard to understand.

Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge others without understanding them first.

Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because they value friendship above money.

Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because they understand the concept of responsibility.

Those who apologize first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong but because they value the people around them.

Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you anything but because they see you as a true friend.

Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but because you are in their heart.

One day, all of us will get separated from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything and nothing; the dreams that we had. Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare… One day our children will see our pictures and ask “Who are these people?” And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: “It was them that I had the best days of my life with.”

Silent Message for all children - about Parents

Value of our parents - explained in few minutes

Post by Islam The Right Path.

Mother's love

Great poetry by Iqbal
May Allah give us tofeeq to serve parents in their lives inshAllah

Importance of Parents !

Mother ! Pictures speak iteself

Importance of mother

Waladain ke Azmat - Nazam

Kindly listen to this Namaz to feel the importance of your Parents, before its too late.


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Meri Maa - Nazam by Hafiz Abu Bakar

Written by Ahmed and recited by Hafiz Abu Bakar

Meri Maa

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Mera Beta - Mufti Jameel Sahab Shaheed (RA)

This is the newspaper extract after Shahadat of Mufti Jameel Sahab. This has been written by mother of Mufti Jameel Sahab (RA). Wish that everyone of us shld be like him... just read his mother comments. Allah hum sub ko aisaa banaa dey. Ameen.

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Mother's Message - Scanned Version

Scanned version of my previous post
http://nabeelfaruqui.blogspot.com/2010/11/maa-ki-iltijaa-poem-by-mother.html

Thanks to one of my friends for sharing it. This was published in some magzine as well.

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Mother's Role - Story of a Manager

lA very good story I recieved from someone ! Please do read


One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.


The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.


The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.


After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.


The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'


The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.


The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.


Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.


A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.


He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*


You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

MAA Ki Iltijaa - Poem by a Mother

A great Poem by a Mother.
Thanks to Mr Masood Alam for Sharing

میرے بچو،گر تم مجھ کو بڑھاپے کے حال میں دیکھو


اُکھڑی اُکھڑی چال میں دیکھو


مشکل ماہ و سال میں دیکھو


صبر یں دیکھو کا دامن تھامے رکھنا


کڑوا ہے یہ گھونٹ پہ چکھنا


’’اُف ‘‘ نہ کہنا،غصے کا اظہار نہ کرنا


میرے دل پر وار نہ کرنا


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ہاتھ مرے گر کمزوری سے کا نپ اٹھیں


اور کھانا،مجھ پر گر جائے تو


مجھ کو نفرت سے مت تکنا،لہجے کو بیزار نہ کرنا

بھول نہ جانا ان ہاتھوں سے تم نے کھانا کھانا سیکھا



جب تم کھانا میرے کپڑوں اور ہاتھوں پر مل دیتے تھے


میں تمہارا بوسہ لے کر ہنس دیتی تھی


کپڑوں کی تبدیلی میں گر دیر لگا دوں یا تھک جاؤں


مجھ کو سُست اور کاہل کہہ کر ، اور مجھے بیمار نہ کرنا


بھول نہ جانا کتنے شوق سے تم کو رنگ برنگے کپڑے پہناتی تھی


اک اک دن میں دس دس بار بدلواتی تھی


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میرے یہ کمزور قدم گر جلدی جلدی اُٹھ نہ پائیں


میرا ہاتھ پکڑ لینا تم ،تیز اپنی رفتار نہ کرنا


بھول نہ جانا،میری انگلی تھام کے تم نے پاؤں پاؤں چلنا سیکھا


میری باہوں کے حلقے میں گرنا اور سنبھلنا سیکھا


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جب میں باتیں کرتے کرتے،رُک جاؤں ،خود کو دھراوں


ٹوٹا ربط پکڑ نہ پاؤں،یادِ ماضی میں کھو جاؤں


آسانی سے سمجھ نہ پاؤں،مجھ کو نرمی سے سمجھانا


مجھ سے مت بے کار اُلجھنا،مجھے سمجھنا


اکتاکر، گھبراکر مجھ کو ڈانٹ نہ دینا


دل کے کانچ کو پتھر مار کے کرچی کرچی بانٹ نہ دینا


بھول نہ جانا جب تم ننھے منے سے تھے


ایک کہانی سو سو بار سنا کرتے تھے


اور میں کتنی چاہت سے ہر بار سنا یاکرتی تھی


جو کچھ دھرانے کو کہتے،میں دھرایا کرتی تھی


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اگر نہانے میں مجھ سے سُستی ہو جائے


مجھ کو شرمندہ مت کرنا،یہ نہ کہنا آپ سے کتنی بُو آتی ہے


بھول نہ جانا جب تم ننھے منے سے تھے اور نہانے سے چڑتے تھے


تم کو نہلانے کی خاطر


چڑیا گھر لے جانے میں تم سے وعدہ کرتی تھی


کیسے کیسے حیلوں سے تم کو آمادہ کرتی تھی


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گر میں جلدی سمجھ نہ پاؤں،وقت سے کچھ پیچھے رہ جاؤں


مجھ پر حیرت سے مت ہنسنا،اور کوئی فقرہ نہ کسنا


مجھ کو کچھ مہلت دے دینا شائد میں کچھ سیکھ سکوں


بھول نہ جانا


میں نے برسوں محنت کر کے تم کو کیا کیا سکھلایا تھا


کھانا پینا،چلنا پھرنا،ملنا جلنا،لکھنا پڑھنا


اور آنکھوں میں آنکھیں ڈال کے اس دنیا کی ،آگے بڑھنا


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میری کھانسی سُن کر گر تم سوتے سوتے جاگ اٹھوتو


مجھ کو تم جھڑکی نہ دینا


یہ نہ کہنا،جانے دن بھر کیا کیا کھاتی رہتی ہیں


اور راتوں کو کُھوں کھوں کر کے شور مچاتی رہتی ہیں


بھول نہ جانامیں نے کتنی لمبی راتیں


تم کو اپنی گود میں لے کر ٹہل ٹہل کر کاٹی ہیں


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گر میں کھانا نہ کھاؤں تو تم مجھ کو مجبور نہ کرنا

جس شے کو جی چاہے میرا اس کو مجھ سے دور نہ کرنا


پرہیزوں کی آڑ میں ہر پل میرا دل رنجور نہ کرنا


کس کا فرض ہے مجھ کو رکھنا


اس بارے میں اک دوجے سے بحث نہ کرنا


آپس میں بے کار نہ لڑنا


جس کو کچھ مجبوری ہو اس بھائی پر الزام نہ دھرنا


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گر میں اک دن کہہ دوں عرشیؔ ، اب جینے کی چاہ نہیں ہے


یونہی بوجھ بنی بیٹھی ہوں ،کوئی بھی ہمراہ نہیں ہے


تم مجھ پر ناراض نہ ہونا


جیون کا یہ راز سمجھنا


برسوں جیتے جیتے آخر ایسے دن بھی آ جاتے ہیں


جب جیون کی روح تو رخصت ہو جاتی ہے


سانس کی ڈوری رہ جاتی ہے


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شائد کل تم جان سکو گے ،اس ماں کو پہچان سکو گے


گر چہ جیون کی اس دوڑ میں ،میں نے سب کچھ ہار دیا ہے


لیکن ،میرے دامن میں جو کچھ تھا تم پر وار دیا ہے


تم کو سچا پیار دیا ہے


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جب میں مر جاؤں تو مجھ کو


میرے پیارے رب کی جانب چپکے سے سرکا دینا


ا ور ،دعا کی خاطر ہاتھ اُٹھا دینا


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میرے پیارے رب سے کہنا،رحم ہماری ماں پر کر دے


جیسے اس نے بچپن میں ہم کمزوروں پر رحم کیا تھا


بھول نہ جانا،میرے بچو


جب تک مجھ میں جان تھی باقی


خون رگوں میں دوڑ رہا تھا


دل سینے میں دھڑک رہا ت

Eight Lies of Mother

Recieved this email from one of my friend... a forwareded message...but vErY good story.

This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she
would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."

This was Mother's First Lie.


As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a
little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just
two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the
fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the
other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and
said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."

This was Mother's Second Lie.



Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One
wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by
candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can
continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep,
son! I'm not tired."

This was Mother's Third Lie.



When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the
bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass
of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as
my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once
gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son!
I'm not thirsty!".

This was Mother's Fourth Lie.



After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.
She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing
our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house
came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors
saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to
marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love."

This was Mother's Fifth Lie.



After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old
Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was
steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough
money."

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.



I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With
a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm
not used to high living."

That was Mother's Seventh Lie.



In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized.
Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was
bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was
heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't
cry, son! I'm not in pain."

That was Mother's Eighth Lie.



Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!
M - O - T - H - E - R



"M" is for the Million things she gave me,

"O" means Only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her Heart of gold,

"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,

"R" means Right, and right she'll always be.




Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world
to me.


For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.

Me and My Father

When I was 4 Yrs Old : "My father is THE BEST
When I was 6 Yrs Old: "My father seems to know everyone
When I was 10 Yrs Old:" My father is excellent but he is short tempered
When I was 12 Yrs Old: "My father was nice when I was little
When I was 14 Yrs Old: "My father started being too sensitive
When I was 16 Yrs Old : "My father can't keep up with modern times

When I was 18 Yrs Old : "My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by
When I was 20 Yrs Old :" It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years
When I was 25 Yrs Old :" My father seems to be objecting to everything I do
When I was 30 Yrs Old: "It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth
When I was 40 Yrs Old: "My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same
When I was 45 Yrs Old: "I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us
When I was 50 Yrs Old : "It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us
When I was 55 Yrs Old:" My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding.
When I became 60 Yrs Old: "My father is THE BEST
Note that it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point " "My father is THE BEST "

Let's be good to our parents before it's too late and pray to Allaah that our own children will treat us even better than the way we treated our parents

Allah(SWT) says: "Your lord has decreed that you worship non but him and show kindness to parents. If one or both reach old age with you then do not say uff! To them nor repulse them, but speak graciously to them" {Surah Al-Isra: Ayah 23}

O our lord, forgive me and my parents and believers on the day when the reckoning shall come to pass. {Surah Ibrahim: Ayah 41}

O my Lord, have mercy on them (parents) just as they nourished me when I was small.{Surah Bani Irail: Ayah 24}