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Momodou Buharry Gassama <[log in to unmask]>
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Hi! 
    I hope you'll find this piece interesting. Dedicated to all 
mothers. Have a good night.
                                                                                                                     
Buharry.
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Eight lies of MOTHER 
1. The story began when I was a child; I was a son of a poor family in 
Africa. We did not even have enough food.  Whenever meal times came, 
mother would often give me her portion of rice. While she was removing 
her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son. I'm not 
hungry". That was Mother's First Lie.

2. When I was growing up, my persevering mother gave her spare time to 
go fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fish she 
caught, she could gave me a little bit of nutritious food for my 
growth. After fishing, she would cook some fresh fish soup, which 
raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit 
beside me and eat the rest of the fish, which was still on the bone of 
the fish I had eaten. My heart was touched when I saw that. I then used 
my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately 
refused and said "Eat this fish, son. I don't really like fish." That 
was Mother's Second Lie.

3. Then, when I was in Junior High School...... to fund my studies, 
mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-match boxes 
that would need to be stuck together. It gave her some money to cover 
our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my 
mother who was still awake, supported by a little candlelight and with 
perseverance she would continue the work of sticking some used-match 
boxes. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, it's late, tomorrow morning you 
still have to go to work." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, dear. 
I'm not tired." That was Mother's Third Lie.

4. The final term arrived.......mother asked for leave from work in 
order to accompany me. While the sun was starting to shine strongly, my 
persevering mother waited for me under the heat for several hours. As 
the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother 
immediately welcomed me and poured me a cup of tea that she had brought 
in a flask. Seeing my mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave 
her my cup and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I'm not 
thirsty ! "  That was Mother's Fourth Lie.

5. After the death of my father due to illness, my poor mother had to 
play her role as a single parent. She had to fund our needs alone. Our 
family's life was more complicated. No days without suffering. Our 
family's condition was getting worse, a kind uncle who lived near our 
house assisted now and then. Our neighbours, often advised my mother to 
marry again. But mother was stubborn and didn't take their advice; she 
said "I don't need love." That was Mother's Fifth Lie.

6. After I had finished my studies and got a job, it was the time for 
my old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she would go to the 
marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetables to fulfill her 
needs. I, who worked in another city, often sent her some money to help 
her, in fulfilling her needs, but she would not accept the money. At 
times, she even sent the money back to me. She said "I have enough 
money." That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

7. After graduating with a Bachelors Degree, I then continued to do a 
Masters Degree. It was funded by a company through a scholarship 
program, from a famous University in America. I finally worked in the 
company. With a good salary, I intended to bring my mother to enjoy her 
life in America. But my lovely mother didn't want to bother her son. 
She said to me, "I'm not use to."  That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

8. In her old age, mother got stomach cancer and had to be 
hospitalized. I, who lived miles away, across the ocean, went home to 
visit my dearest mother. She lay in weakness on her bed after having an 
operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep 
thought. She tried to spread her smile on her face...but it was a 
noticeable effort. It was clear that the disease had weakened mother's 
body. She looked so frail and weak. I stared at my mother with tears 
flowing. My heart was hurt,... so hurt, seeing my mother in that 
condition. But mother with the little strength she had, said "Don't 
cry, my dear. I'm not in pain." That was Mother's Eighth Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, my Dearest mother closed her eyes forever 
!

*****************

Abdullah ibn Umar(radhiyallahu anhu), once saw a man from Yemen 
carrying his mother on his back and going around the Kaaba in his 
tawaaf. Rather than showing any sign of complaint, the man was happy, 
repeating a line of poetry in which he likened himself to a camel his 
mother was mounting.

He looked at Abdullah ibn Umar (radhiyallahu anhu) and asked him. 
Whether by doing so he discharged his debt to his mother. Ibn Umar(R.
A.) said: No, you have not even paid back one twinge of her labor pain 
when she gave birth to you.


Courtesy: AL-ISLAAH PUBLICATIONS ( www.everymuslim.net ) 

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