When I was leaving hostel in the morning I noticed that a maid who works in my hostel was weeping bitterly and other one was trying to console her. I asked the reason and she replied, my youngest daughter was seriously ill for the last three days and that’s why I couldn’t come to work.
On my way to university I saw a lady wearing a white dress with a little boy wearing school uniform and suddenly he slipped and his shoes were muddy. The lady quickly took him into her arms without caring about her dress , she was probably his mother.
As I reached university I saw my friend’s mother who was arguing with the gate keeper to enter as she had forgotten her assignment at home and it was the deadline.
When I was in my department corridor I saw a lady dragging a wheel chair and carrying a bag and water bottle on her shoulder. The girl on the chair was her daughter, she had been attacked by polio when she was ten and since then her mother took on the responsibility of her education and pick and drop.
When I attended class my teacher was just going through her slides and we were not enjoying her lecture as much. At the end she apologized and told us that her two years old child is suffering from pneumonia and she was so tense.
After my classes on the way back to my hostel I saw an old woman crossing the road alone and I noticed that she was blind. When I asked her where she lived , she replied that she didn’t have a home. ‘ They were talking to leave me in an old house and I left them’ and then tears rolled down from her cheeks….
In my room during dusting the hostel maid was talking to herself as usual. She was saying ‘ my son committed suicide. I don’t know what happened? I never scolded him…..’
It was evening now there was a hue and cry in next room. I knocked the room and at the same time I heard: no my mother can’t die. I realized it was a dark night.
Suddenly my phone rang and it was my mother’s voice advising me to take my meal on time, sleep well and be happy. She stopped talking suddenly and asked ‘ why you are sad?’ I replied, no! It is light which was switched off now it is on.
By: Aisha Mushtaq
Tags: article, Mother love
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Good one