"One Picture And One Story Week #69"

Hello Steemit friends,
how are you all? I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. I am also fine by the grace of Allah.Today, I will participate in the new contest from Steem For Pakistan brought by the honorable Admin @suboohi ma'am. The name of the Contest is "One Picture And One Story Week #69". Thank you Steem For Pakistan for bringing this beautiful contest to us.

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Mother, a small word. But this word is the most precious in the world. There is endless affection, love, and compassion in the word mother. A mother protects her child a hundred times more than a bird protects its child with its wings. A mother's love for her child is so great that this mother is seen with the most respect in the world. The great Lord of the worlds has also given the highest respect to the mother in the Holy Quran. And he said, "The child's paradise is under the feet of the mother."
I am a motherless child. My mother left me alone 4 years ago and went to the land of no return. I live with the memories of my mother's affection and love in my heart. I am so unfortunate that I did not get the opportunity to serve my mother for many days. But when I see that despite having the opportunity to serve mother, some people neglect mother and do not take care of her, my heart breaks. When I see a child's love for her mother and taking care of her, tears come to my eyes when I remember my mother.
I can still remember that if I was late coming home from work, my mother would get restless. She would stand by the roadside and ask when I would return home. I can still remember that my mother would not have food in her mouth until I returned. My mother would wait for me without food.
My mother was once in the hospital for 21 days. She could not even speak for 10 days. When she could speak, the first thing she said was, "Why is my mouth dry? Haven't I eaten yet?"
Only a mother can give such love. I keep thinking of that mother today. I miss her. Today, when I go to put any food that my mother likes in my mouth, I think of her magical and delicious food. When I go to give love to my child, I think that my mother raised me with a thousand times more love than this.
My mother was my role model. My mother used to advise me to be a human being according to people. She did not want me to become a doctor or engineer, she used to say to be a human being. A human being who has a conscience, intelligence, honesty, compassion, and the humanity to follow the right path.
I do not know how much I have been able to keep my mother's words. How much I have been able to be a real human being. But I love my mother immensely. Through this writing, I salute my mother with millions of respect and bid farewell.
I would like to invite three of my friends

@bahrol
@mkgirl77
@ae-afrin

Thank you all of you for reading my post. I hope you will like my article. I am leaving today.

Allah Hafez.