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The weather was nice last week.Mother and I decided to take a walk. On our way back home, there was unbalanced rock,which she didn't see. I was walking next to her and bothered by the little chiwawa barking.
I turn and I saw her half way to the ground, I tried to catch her but it happened so fast. There was nothing in between her and the sidewalk. Thanks god there was no cars in the street. Alhamdulilaah it was not severe. She said when you guys were little when ever you fall , I hold it you tight to comfort you, blowing over your wound carefully till you stop crying. Now it's your turn to take care of me. As I was cleaning her wounded noise . I realized how time has taken its toll on her. Day after Day how fragile she looked. Her face surrounded by these countless lines. Her gray hair display under her scarf. I couldn't help it, tears passed though my eye line. I didn't know why I teared. is it because I was thankful For having just a great mother. Was I scared of taking over,Now that she was in position that she needed us. and doubted whether I could be as kind and caring and loving as she was to us.
Or was I just not ready for it. I remember sleeping well, when I fall sleep on her lap. I remember the food tasting incredibly good when she cooks it . I remember feeling worried when she leaves, worrying if she would come back. I remember having the biggest smile on my face when I see her come back. How comfortable I use to be to share my dreams/ and stories with her. How I loved when she tells us the story about the man who had two wives. Even though she told us 1000 times. But she never got tired of watching us burst out laughing. When she went to the whole neighborhood and praise about our accomplishment in school. How she made us up keep our head up no matter what. When she didn't had the the 10 dollars for our transportation, we watched her go up and down the hill tears on her chicks searching for a loan to get us to school. How she knew when we do things and try to hide it from her. She use to tell us that she has an eyes on the back of her head. And we believed her. All Praise to Allah. Only He knows when our time is due . I pray everyday to die first before my mother is gone.