and to Him we return.
My mother left us on Wednesday.
inna lillahe wa inna elehe rajeoon
I had kown in January when I visited her, that she has grown so weak, I must be prepared for that.
She was promised she wouldn't be taken to hospital, but it had to be done.
Now that she is gone, I just realized that maybe it wasn't my duas that brought me back from disasters time after time, it was her duas.
Now when she is gone, who will be praying for me, the one whose prayers are always listened to.
I never deserved her prayers. All my siblings made their contributions, except me. I was always away, but whenever there was a problem I couldnt handle, I would return to her, and she would take care of me.
I never realized this in her life.
My father died in 1958, leaving nine children behind. For more than 50 years she was both our father and mother. The troubles we gave her, the unselfish devotion with which she looked after us, at the same time not forgeting her duties as a Muslim, are just unbelievable.
The thought that came to me was that her shafqat to us was from the one % of Allah's rehma that Allah (swt) has divided among all mothers.
So His rehma is still there, and we need it.
May Allah grant her Jannatul Firdaws in the company of the Prophet (saw), and her loved ones.