THE PAIN OF CHILDREN

I was crying and my hands were up. I was sitting in the hospital mosque begging for prayers for my sick daughter who had been admitted to Jinnah Hospital here for the past one week and was about to have an operation shortly after.

The little girl had tumors in her stomach and according to the doctor, the matter was not easy. Some could not say what type the tumors were and if the tumors became dangerous, there was a risk that the venom of those tumors would spread in the body during the operation.

I was crying and praying for my daughter's recovery. I was wondering how such a small soul could bear the pain of this operation. May Allah turn this whole matter into an easy one with His mercy. Have mercy on my daughter.

All of a sudden, the golden words of Mother Nooran, which she used to say, began to resound in my ears.

The sorrow of "children" is greater than the sorrow of "love".

And then I thought the pain of love was the greatest pain in the world.

But today I was remembering every single thing that Mother Nooran said.

She used to say that the sorrow of a son's love can make you sad as much as possible, but the sorrow of a child also takes away "sight".

At the same time, she used to tell the whole story of Hazrat Yaqub (as), how she used to weep day and night in the separation of her liver and the beloved of Allah, Hazrat Yusuf (as), even the light of her eyes was gone.

Really, mother Nooran used to say that the grief of children drives them crazy. Will those parents be sleepy now? Whose children were shot in the Army Public School. Would those screams and those children's frightened eyes allow their parents to stay calm and calm? ۔

My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding. I immediately said no, not my God. Never hurt me children Always keep me away from such pain.

My daughter is so dear to me that only a tear from her eye tears my heart apart. Makes me centuries old.

Then the news began to pass before my eyes, which continue to adorn the newspapers every day, screaming and telling how many flowers were brutally filed today. How many mothers' wombs have been left desolate.

Will the parents of the abused girls be able to lead a normal life later? Either they will live less or less, or they will die.

Alas, I was crying like a small child, saying that

Hi Mother Nooran
You were right, the sorrow of children is greater than the sorrow of love. Hi mom Now look, I don't see my daughter's illness.

You know, mother ... when my daughter used to hold her mother's breast while she was drinking milk, I don't forget that moment.
That little mouth-held puppy. My life is in that pallu, mother.

You are with God. Now pray, mother, that those pals may never fall out of my daughter's innocent hand. Because the day I lost my baby, I will not be able to survive.

Pray, mother, may Allah give new life to my daughter. Give him a healthy and long life.

And I also pray that God does not show anyone the pain of having children. Good luck to all the daughters and sons.

Suddenly I heard my younger brother's voice saying congratulations brother.
The operation was successful. Our little one is out of danger now and will get well soon, God willing.

And there I fell in prostration and began to give thanks that God had kept my lodge and saved me from the sorrow of children.

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