Mother
Beautiful Words About Mother
- A mother is someone who will love you unconditionally and without restrictions until her last breath.
- A mother is a mercy from God manifesting in human form.
- A mother embodies beauty, creativity, imagination, joy, and is a cherished gem, a hidden pearl.
- She is the only one who can sense a tear before it falls and can feel joy before a smile graces her child’s face.
- As long as my mother is alive, nothing else matters.
- Who else can create the rhythm of love if not the devotion of mothers?
- Happiness is a feeling, but at times, it is my mother.
- If they speak of life, I would say mother.
- A mother is a delightful sensation, a tender whisper, and a feeling that flows with overwhelming tears.
- A mother is the fountain of affection, refreshing us with her pure waters.
- A mother is the mercy bestowed upon us by God.
- The essence of happiness is found in a mother, while her absence brings sadness.
- A mother is the most loyal and the most beautiful being in this universe. May God have mercy on my mother and all mothers of Muslims.
Mother’s Day Messages
- Your day, dear mother, is the happiest of all celebrations. Without you, I would not have come into this world. Your heart cares for me, my source of joy; you will never forget me, whether near or far. You carried me through hardships, and raised me with the tears from your eyes. I will never forget your prayers; my heart and soul are always devoted to you.
- Without you, my angel, my heart would have no beats, my nights would lack celebrations, and my life would echo with stories. Without you, dear mother, my dreams would not exist, your voice is my guiding star that never rests.
- When I am scared, I run to you; when I am happy, I seek you; when I need someone, I can find no one but you. How can I not give you all my love on your special day?
- Mother, the first word to grace my lips; you are the balm for my soul, healing the wounds of time. You are the source of tenderness and the symbol of giving. You are the light of my life, my companion on this journey. I love you, and with pride, I say, happy birthday to you, dear mother.
- Dear mother, you are a heart full of loyalty, the root of all affection. No matter how much I describe or praise you, I remain, in truth, inadequate before the Lord of all creation.
- If it weren’t for you, my mother, I would not exist in this world. How could I forget you, especially on this sweetest of occasions? Your day is a joy shared by all of creation, and may nothing be too precious for you. Happy Mother’s Day!
- Even if I had mountains of worries, everything would ease within your embrace. May you always be well.
- A single Mother’s Day is not enough to express my gratitude for all that you have done in my life, and for everything you do to ensure our well-being.
- Mother, I cannot fathom my life without you; my days only blossom in your presence. Each year as your special day comes, I pray to God that I am never deprived of you. Happy Mother’s Day!
Poem About Mother
The poet Riyad bin Yusuf expresses his feelings in the poem “My Mother’s Face”:
Forgive me, my mother; weariness has overcome me,
And patience has enveloped me like a thorn and pain.
Forgive me, my mother; my dreams have betrayed me,
And even the fruits have darkened on their branches.
Forgive me, my mother; the path has hurt me,
And thorns and pits have torn my steps apart.
Forgive me, my mother; for the horizon is dark,
This world has held me down like a cow.
What can I sing, having lost my voice,
And my sighs are burnt out, scattered in the air?
What else can I weave but tattered lines,
As shadows swirl and images float in despair?
No light can rescue me but you, my brilliance,
In my solitude, the trees shed tears for me.
No light but yours in the false brightness,
The sun and moon weep upon your shoulders.
Forgive me, my mother; God bears witness,
That I have not forgotten, does rain forget its clouds?
Does silver fish abandon its home?
Does a river forsake its course and drown?
Oh mother! You remain my spring, cleansing me,
Still, from your rain many waters continue to flow.
I am still a little child yearning for your touch,
A barren land weeping, seeking forgiveness.
Forgive me, my mother; a thousand pardons!
My heart is weary, and my sorrow is deep!
Embrace my tremors; embrace my apology,
So that my journey may conclude in your arms.
Father
Words About Father
- In every wrinkle on my father’s face lies a story of joy shared with my siblings.
- I have seen the light of life through my father and mother. May it be an eternal light.
- Safety comes from God, then from the father.
- A father is a blessing whose value we realize only when we lose it.
- There are two kinds of men: my father and the rest.
Poem About Father
- Mahmoud Darwish writes in his poem about my father:
He averted his gaze from the moon,
And bent down to embrace the earth,
And prayed…
To a sky without rain,
And forbade me from traveling!
The lightning ignited valleys,
Where my father once nurtured stones,
Creating trees from ancient soil.
His skin soaked in dew,
His hands made the trees flourish.
The horizon sang an ode:
He was Odysseus the knight,
In the house, there was bread,
And wine, and blankets,
And steeds, and shoes.
My father once said,
When he prayed on stone:
Divert your path from the moon,
And beware of the sea and travel!
When God punished His servant,
I said: O people, should we deny Him?
And my father told me, bending his arm:
In a dialogue with suffering,
Job thanked the Creator of worms and clouds.
He created wounds for me,
Not for the dead or the idols.
The pain and the wound encompassed my life,
And urged my regrets!
A star passed in the heavens,
Descending… descending,
And my shirt was caught
Between fire and wind,
While my eyes pondered
The images imprinted upon the earth.
And my father said once:
The one with no homeland,
Has no resting place in the soil.
And he forbade me from traveling.
- Ahmad Shawqi expresses his thoughts in the poem “They asked me why I did not inherit my father”:
They asked me: Why did I not inherit my father?
For mourning a father is a debt of any debt,
O you who reproach, how blind you are!
Where is the mind that knows joy?
O my father, what are you but a first,
Every soul has a debt to die…
Many people and towns perished before you,
And mourners lamented the best of two worlds.
Though time stretches,
Life will take its toll in the end.
While a doctor treats a patient,
Flicking his remedies with hidden nostalgia.
For death has a hand that, when it strikes,
Will shatter the separation of two sides!
It traverses the void on the spurs of the stars,
And meets the lion between the mountains,
And lowers its fledgling from the branches,
And swallows the parrot in the pair.
I am the one who died, and I am the one who died in me,
We both met death twice.
We were once a soul nested within a body,
Then became a soul nested in two bodies,
Then we return to being a soul in a body,
Then thrown in a shroud in two coffins,
Then we live in Ali after us,
And through Him, we are resurrected once again.
Look at the universe and say in description,
They were mercy within two mercies.
For they lost paradise through our creation,
And we were blessed by them in two heavens.
And they are our expiation if they are angered,
And our concealment if they are appeased.
I wish I could know which surviving live has not drawn,
Of that which united us at the start?
My father is nothing but a brother I lost,
And the prophets have made death a parent.
For a long time, we sat at a table,
Where the crumbs were divided.
And we drank from a single vessel,
And washed our hands in it.
Walking hand in hand with him,
Those who saw us called us brothers.
Time looked at us once,
Making evil equal, so it was two glances.
O father, while death is a bitter cup,
The soul cannot swallow twice.
How was an hour I spent,
All would be easy later and before?
Will you swallow death in it once,
Or did you drink it twice?
Do not fear sadness or cry after your absence,
My eyes has frozen tears combined today.
You taught me to abandon the grief,
For every beauty leads to death,
Wishing I could encounter you again,
Once again, or is this the separation of two worlds?
If I die and am laid in the soil,
Shall I meet a pit that has been dug deep?