The Mother
A mother embodies warmth, tenderness, compassion, and love. She is the one we turn to in times of distress and the one whose embrace offers comfort and security. A mother is life’s treasure, giving her all to ensure her children’s comfort and happiness. She inspires poets and writers alike, with countless verses and sayings celebrating her essence. In this article, we will explore some of the most beautiful expressions penned by literary figures about mothers.
Beautiful Quotes about Mothers
- Today, I see you more beautiful than ever; from your pure hands I’ve tasted life’s essence. If they say: ‘life,’ I respond: ‘my mother, from your love I draw inspiration.’
- No matter how lovely life’s blessings may be, my mother remains the most beautiful of them all.
- Ask me about love, and I will simply say: ‘the heart of my mother.’
- When you stumble, everyone will inquire about why you fell—except your mother, who will only ask: ‘Did you get hurt?’
- As long as I greet the morning with my mother’s face, there is still much goodness left in the world.
- Do not believe anyone, not even yourself, if they claim that there is someone who loves you more than your mother does.
- This world feels constricting when my mother is sad.
- I am convinced that mothers represent small homelands; within each mother is a homeland we cherish, admire, and pledge our loyalty to.
- A mother is a sacred candle illuminating the darkness of life with humility, gentleness, and purpose.
- You will not find a heart that welcomes you in every moment like a mother’s heart does.
- Life is empty without my mother and painfully silent without her laughter.
- The nine months I spent within you can never be repaid; the world is yours, and you are the essence of all my celebrations.
- She is the only one, yet she embodies everything; she is my mother.
- Indeed, the mother who rocks the cradle with her left hand shakes the world with her right.
- You might forget everything, but you can never forget the lessons learned from your mother.
- My mother is the source from which I derived the highest principles of life.
- If the world were in one scale and my mother in the other, I would choose my mother.
- In this dismal world, all I need is to carry my mother’s blood within me.
- Those who underestimate women’s capabilities should wish to relive their childhood without a mother.
- Salute to my mother, the first homeland, and the last refuge.
- There is no joy or delight in the world that equals a mother’s pride in her child’s success.
Reflections on Mothers
Reflection One:
Can the blood of my heart suffice as ink for the words I write to you? Can petals of flowers and leaves of roses serve as the pages of my letters? Oh, my mother, I bow before you in humility and shyness, the greatest woman in the universe, the light that illuminated my world, the candle that melted to warm my heart. Mother, tell me how I can bring you the happiness you have given me. Teach me how to plant joy in your heart, just as you cultivated hope in every year of my life. Guide me, my mother, the history of my life, the most beautiful blessing that has adorned my childhood, instilled confidence in my present, and outlined my future. Teach me how to give without expecting anything in return, and count each breath I take as a tribute to your love.
Reflection Two:
Words often flee from me, my tongue tied in expression, and my tears choke me each time I see the lines of time gracing your cheeks. Each glimpse of years etched into your face brings forth a yearning for your gentle arms, my source of happiness. Mother, touch my cheeks with your hands; your blessed touch is the only place I long to rest my head when the world feels overwhelming. Your embrace is my only refuge from sorrows; brush your hands through my hair, as I crave the warmth of your affection. Mother, tell me a story; sing to me with your sweet, tender voice, for each time I see you, I long for my childhood, and no matter how old I grow, I will always be your cherished child, refusing to age surrounded by your affection. I grew up between your arms, took refuge in your heart, hid within your care, and thrived on your generosity.
Reflection Three:
My beloved mother, here I inscribe letters of love with the blood of my heart. You ignited every spark of creativity within me; because of you, I became an innovator. For you, I create and strive, realizing all my ambitions, overcoming challenges, and reaching dreams, fueled solely by your love after God’s blessing.
Poem: When My Mother’s Spirit Visited Me
This poem, “When My Mother’s Spirit Visited Me,” was penned by Dr. Jamal Mohamed Morsi, born in Kafr El-Sheikh in 1957. He is a notable member of the Egyptian writers’ society, with collections such as “Seashells of the Sea,” “Pearls of the Soul,” and “Exile,” along with a collaborative collection titled “On the Balcony of the Moon.” The poem includes the following verses:
O spirit of my mother, fill my mind and thoughts,
Renew my youth and evoke my emotions.
I long for your loving embrace,
Holding me close for a lengthy moment; will you, spirit, visit me?
Years have passed in tears, yet my heart remains generous,
Even if unobserved by the world.
Like the restless sea, its waves reflect,
And in generosity and abundance lies the enchantment of life.
In the proclamation of truth, there is glory,
And I fear neither the injustice of tyrants, dear mother.
In my heart, my life possesses qualities,
That hide from the sacred gaze of God.
Inside me lies a feeling that surges with longing,
And blooms like a garden, channeling a poet’s tenderness.
My heart, a yearning soul that melts and endures,
Pure, never submitting to immorality.
Strong in overcoming trials, relentless,
But no comfort when faced with separation.
O spirit of my mother, return! For solitude is my companion,
And deep within lies a heartache of confusion.
We count moments and yearn for an escape,
A dream that returns to my present.
For without a dream, I am like a star lacking a sky,
And without love, I am like the debris of rocky quarries.
O visage of my mother, let my hand touch the summit,
And let me strive for the heights like a soaring bird.
Allow me, O light of morning, through her face,
To brighten the darkness and illuminate my path.
Grant me, as my Lord desires, bounties,
Of purity and morals that elevate my spirit.
For with morals, I reign over creation,
And I do not need riches or treasures.
I learned to assume the best of you and from you;
I am not a betrayer; I stand loyal.
Yet the wolves of the night are hungry, lurking,
Ready to pounce should I be careless.
He who does not possess my determination,
What good are long nails and strength?
And who cannot voice the truth resounding,
Suffers grave injustices from the feeblest of voices.
Especially when eloquence is an enemy,
It turns from answers and shuns platforms.
O spirit of my mother, return as you were, vibrant,
Do not be disturbed by what you see in my present.
This is the new century; a world of conflicts,
Bewildering with the swords of pressing concerns.
Wars that draw humanity into their snares,
With fires, once ignited, that leave no survivors.
And oppression that grays one’s hair and bends one’s posture,
Causing humanity to sip from the cup of misfortunes.
With hunger that has reduced children to mere skin and bones,
It collapses—so where is justice? Tell me, debater.
And this Jew wreaks havoc within his injustice,
Corruption—while the holy land overflows with wickedness.
And my people, children of Islam, now bear swords,
Symbols on walls, between the folds of pages.
For this reason, O spirit of my mother, I weep,
My worries overshadow every thought.
If you visit me, you will honor me, O best of visitors,
Bringing fragrance and essence, from the finest of hosts.
And if you abandon dreams, forgiving my transgressions,
I will remain steadfast, never forgetting, even if you forsake me.
Thus, be my support in exile,
And, oh, protector, be my guardian after my Lord.
Words in Celebration of Mothers
- Mother, you are the face of the sky in its primal form; you are the voice of the first woman in my life, the ideal woman who remains whole no matter how much I take from you and never becomes burdened by my troubles.
- Mother, you are the queen of all people, the enchantment of my sight.
- Your voice, dear mother, brings me tranquility.
- O mother, bloom within me like a flower; I know the sacrifices you have made for me and the pain I’ve caused you. I understand I grew in your womb, larger and larger, and I know you still nurture me with your love, dear gem of my vision, the delight of my gaze, my heartbeat.
- My mother is the essence of love and the fragrance of paradise.
- My love for my mother is not solely due to her being my mother; I cherish her for her greatness. I love her to the extent that in my solitude, I cry overwhelmed by my feelings for her, loving her with all the hearts in the world.
- My mother is royalty, and I accept nothing less than her ruling reign.
- Forever, my mother will be my life’s beloved.
- Mother, you are my embodiment of safety, my guiding light, my haven of tenderness, my true love.
- Mother, your truthful words are etched on my lips.
- You are the fountain of tenderness, dear mother.
- To my mother, what words can I offer you? Who has a heart as vast as yours, filled with love? Who has comforting arms as expansive as yours? Who has a face that shines as brightly as yours? You, who are the source of happiness in hearts. Who else carries burdens of love like my mother?
- Mother, you are my first love in this world; you are the essence of my soul and my veins.
- My mother is the source of security, the fountain of warmth; it is in your presence alone that I can sleep peacefully without fear.