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  • Dearest Mother,I saw You…when I was...

    Exhausted in surgery, half dead
    unthinking sleeping mind
    surrendering to other hands eyes
    and knives, busy on my clayey
    lodgings, removing what lay
    inside, a life, to give lives unseen
    unknown, obeying the divine
    Creator, creating motherhood
    My eyes only saw eyes,
    reflecting sympathy concern care
    Chosen by The Supreme to help me
    live, a little more, someone needs
    my share of love, a little more, a duty
    for me is still to be done, and I have
    to be with one who stands beside
    a smile a gloved hand a voice soft
    a heart learning for years, how to cure
    now ready for sure more friends than
    real friends ashore,
    Why I keep forgetting the face?
    I see the vision the presence the grace
    Mother, its you I see, I feel in her, she
    touched cleaned cut and stitched
    came again and again and again
    when I was stiff n senseless in pain
    I felt a hand, and heard a voice
    twenty minutes more
    a voice…calm, a look angel like…
    fear left me, then there was peace,
    I felt a hand on my forehead
    Yes, yes, Mother was there…
    All the time, with love and prayer.

    My Most Respected Dearest Mother left silently for Heaven, in the cold evening of the 12th of November 1997, the Day of her marriage anniversary, after battling the menacing Big C for three years, though she suffered greatly even before this...I may never understand why some persons face such extreme pain, why life is a continuous struggle, and yet with uncountable gifts of Nature so much is missing.

    Mother was very efficient,talented because she knitted beautiful cardigans, she knew the skill of Crochet, the art of cooking family dinners, seriously religious she was a pillar of patience. She could never go to college as she opened her eyes in the Northern Areas of Gupis a beautiful place in the mountains in the famous Hunza Valley, close to Swat where the struggle for education is still going on, so she made sure that we sisters did.

    If I am able to write today it is because of my great Mother.
    I believe Mother knows about too, she would always say' one day you will have the computer and you will write'. Computers were costly in my country in the 90s, they still are but I managed to get one, though on ''installments.''

    Father loved and supported us all the way, being a soldier doctor he could not be with us often. Father knew about Mother's illness long before she did and that probably hastened his passing away earlier.
    The Family Dinner for the 50th wedding anniversary remains unforgettable...the strange coincidence of the date seems so natural now as my parents were truly devoted to family life a classic model for this generation and for generations to come.
    Today we find sacred relationships quickly broken and human bonds betrayed so easily.
    May the Almighty Bless All with the True Faith of Love and Sincerity Trust and Respect.Amen.
    Dearest Respected Loving parents may Allah Keep You in Heaven with All its Beauty Grace and Eternal Wonders amen. "Ammi, I miss you...
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