Mother
The mother is indeed God’s paradise on earth — a nurturing river overflowing with love and loyalty. She is the flower of the home, nurturing her children with the fragrance of her sacrifices. A mother deserves all the beauty the universe has to offer. In this regard, we present a collection of profound words celebrating mothers, acknowledging that even the most eloquent expressions fall short of encapsulating her true worth.
Beautiful Quotes About Mother
- There is no pillow softer than a mother’s embrace.
- A mother’s hand is sweet, even when it disciplines.
- Honor your mother and please her, for disobedience to her is akin to pride.
- A mother is a school; when you prepare her, you prepare a nation of noble lineage.
- Life is passing, so honor your parents; the mother deserves the most respect and kindness.
- Children cannot rise in any society without the elevation of their mothers.
- A mother’s heart is the child’s school.
- I owe every achievement I have reached and aspire to reach to my angel of a mother.
- Mom, I will not call you a woman; I will call you my everything.
Poetic Verses About Mother
Poem: My Mother
This poem, “My Mother,” is penned by Mahmoud Maflah, a Palestinian poet born in Tiberias in 1943. He studied Arabic at the University of Damascus and worked in Daraa. Additionally, he served as an educational supervisor in Saudi Arabia. Mahmoud Maflah is a member of the Palestinian Writers Union and the Arab Writers in Damascus.
Why do I hear as if I have heard no news?
Has my heart turned to stone within my chest?
Why have I frozen, and my verses have not moved,
Nor have I felt or perceived any poetry?
It seems as if all the streams of poetry have dried up,
By those who dried up the poetry have deceived?
I am the one whose strings once resonated,
Shaking the earth, the mountains, the birds, and the trees.
Why have I silenced myself without uttering a verse,
Nor saw tears trickling from my eyes?
Has the sand dried my feelings and dried me up,
So poetry has become neither a science nor news?
And have I failed to express my sorrow,
As though I hadn’t listened to the lady of jewels?
My mother dies while her hand rests on my liver,
Oh Mother, have mercy, for my heart has been shattered.
Rock my bed; I am still a child,
And cover me, for the wind has roared.
Dry my sweat, for summer has burned me,
And grant me water so that I can fulfill my needs.
Extend your hands like you used to kiss them,
For I have arisen as dawn has unfolded.
Enclose me, for those eyes are treacherous,
And how many eyes have sparked hatred.
Sing me the summer songs on your lips,
And bring me closer to my pillow, dear star and moon.
Your voice still follows me, oh Mother,
Oh Lord, return a beloved one who has frequented the light.
Oh Lord, preserve him from all evildoers,
And protect him from harm, plotting, and danger.
Heal my God the brokenness of my child,
For You heal, oh my Lord, what has been broken.
Oh Lord, the tears of mothers have dried up here,
So send down upon us rain and showers.
All the birds have returned from their migration,
When will we return to our nests as flocks?
Have mercy, my God, on a spouse whose family is lost,
In the darkness of prison, not seeing a trace of them?
And a little girl, whenever her friend asks,
“Is your father coming?” the heart shatters and explodes.
And have mercy, my God, on a grandfather who leans on a cane,
As he nearly loses his eyesight from the long night.
You who returned Joseph to Jacob,
Do not abandon the old man, left alone, unable to rest.
Oh Lord, what is the sin of the freemen if they stand,
Among the mountains while the waves of oppression have drowned them?
Your voice still lashes me, oh Mother,
I have wronged and come today to apologize.
By the One who created the world and shaped it,
I have never betrayed your trust, never cut the bonds.
But these are tribulations that have befallen us,
And have led to the thoughts of those who have experienced devastation.
My mother is dying, and I have not felt horror at her sight,
Nor have I read upon her body verses.
Nor have I carried her funeral on my shoulder,
Nor walked with those who walked, pondering.
Poem: Five Letters to My Mother
“Five Letters to My Mother” is a poem by Nizar Qabbani, a contemporary Syrian poet born in Damascus. He studied law at the University of Damascus and later worked in diplomacy, traveling between many Arab and foreign capitals. Nizar Qabbani published numerous poetry collections, totaling around 35, written over more than half a century.
Good morning, oh beauty…
Good morning, oh sweet saint.
Two years have passed, oh Mother,
Since the boy who sailed
On his mythical journey.
He hid in his luggage
The morning of his green homeland,
And its stars, its rivers, and all its red mornings.
He hid in his clothes
Two sprigs of mint and thyme
And a Damascene violet…
I am alone…
The smoke of my cigarettes grows tiresome,
And my chair has grown tiresome,
And my sorrows are like birds,
Searching — still — for the grain.
I have known the women of Europe…
I have known the emotions of cement and wood.
I have acquainted myself with the civilization of labor…
And I have wandered in India, Pakistan, and the yellow world.
Yet I could not find…
A woman to comb my fair hair
And carry in her bag…
Brides of sugar for me.
And to dress me when I am unclothed
And to rescue me when I falter.
Oh Mother…
Oh Mother…
I am the boy who has sailed,
Yet within me,
The bride of sugar lives on.
So how… how, oh Mother,
Have I become a father…
And not yet grown up?
Good morning from Madrid…
What news of the jasmine there?
I entrust you, oh Mother…
With that little girl,
For she was the favorite of my father…
He spoils her as a child,
Inviting her to his cup of coffee,
Feeding her…
And showering her with mercy…
.. And my father passed away,
Yet she still lives in the dream of his return
And searches for him in every corner of his room.
Asking about his cloak…
And inquiring about his newspaper…
And wondering — when summer arrives —
About the blue of his eyes…
To sprinkle upon his palms…
Gold dinars…
Salutations…
Salutations to a home that filled us with love and mercy,
To your white flowers… the joy of “Sahat Al Najma,”
To my bed…
To my books…
To the children of our neighborhood…
And to the walls we filled
With the chaos of our writings…
To the lazy cats
Sleeping on our thresholds
And the creeping violet
On our neighbor’s window.
Two years have passed, oh Mother,
And the face of Damascus,
A bird scratches within us,
Nibbling at our curtains…
And tapping us gently with its fingers.
Two years have passed, oh Mother,
And the night of Damascus,
And the day of Damascus,
Reside in our thoughts,
Its minarets illuminating our vessels,
As if the minaret of the Umayyad had been planted within us…
As if the apple orchards blossomed in our consciousness.
As if the light and the stones
All came along with us.
September has come, oh Mother…
And sadness comes carrying gifts for me,
Leaving at my window
His tears and complaints.
September has come… where is Damascus?
Where is my father and his two eyes?
Where is the silk of his gaze?
And where is the aroma of his coffee?
May the Merciful water his resting place…
And where is the spaciousness of our large home…?
And where are our blessings?
And where are the corridors of the sunbeam…?
Laughing in its corners?
And where is my childhood within it…?
I drag the tail of its cat,
And eat from its vine,
And I pluck from its violets…
Damascus, Damascus…
Oh Poetry
Written on the pupils of our eyes
And oh beautiful child…
From its curls we were created.
We knelt at its knees…
And dissolved in its love,
Until in our love, we killed it.
Messages About Mother
Message One:
Mother,
I grew up in your hands,
And I took refuge in the warmth of your heart,
I hid between your ribs,
And I quenched my thirst from your giving.
Message Two:
Dear Mother:
The sea was created to embrace the waves of sand and stones…
The sun rises… to envelop the deserts and seas with warmth…
Butterflies always thrive among the tender flowers and blooms…
Oh Mother, you are my sea… my sun… my bouquet of flowers…
I will always need you, I love you forever.
Message Three:
Dear Mother…
Oh heart, in whose pulses I find safety…
Oh home, that wafts with tenderness in all its corners…
Oh Mother,
You are the goodness and blessings throughout time.
I love you, and my heart overflows with joy and gratitude.
I love you, Mother.
Reflections on Mother
Oh Mother… you are the flower that blossomed within me. I know how much you toiled for my sake, and how many cries of pain I caused you. I realize I grew up within your womb… growing, growing, and I know you still nourish me with your tenderness. Oh jewel of my sight, oh delight of my gaze… how often your eyes embraced me, and your hands held me close. You have gifted me kisses sweeter than honey from your lips, so I could sleep soundly and dream sweetly. How much you sacrificed from your body, how many sleepless nights you endured, and how many tears you shed for my safety and comfort. I never forget the genuine smiles you shared, overlooking your pain during my moments of happiness. And when I leave, I know not the path of return, oh Mother… I will never forget the fear in your heartbeat. When I am with you, you hold me close to your heart, and I hear the rhythm of your breath as I snuggle in your branches, experiencing life’s bliss. You have taught me through righteousness and kindness, bringing me to unity and faith.
Beloved Mother, you are the dawn in my night… You are the fragrance in my day… You are the eye, the soul, the breeze, the heartbeat… You are the fragrance of my flowers… the song of my birds… And you are the hope that I cherish and enact through the lines of my days… You are the endless spring, the unceasing sea… You are the river quenching my thirst for love eternally… And I am lost if your arms do not gather me.