The Beginning - My Mother

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As I promised, I am trying to post some pieces of my diaries.

The first one is my beloved seven-year-old. It introduced me to writing, if I remember correctly.

To me, it means everything - to start, stay firm, aim for the stars, thank, and love.

Reading this gives me a feeling of innocence -  a feeling of childhood.

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My Mother...

The most gentle word I can ever say. The most beautiful feeling my heart can describe.

Like a garden of love, or a sea of purity. She is the gift of God, and the giver of kindness.

The best person ever stepped on earth - Prophet Mohammed, peace be upon him,  advised us to take care of her.

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Mom...

I feel that my grateful words, if said, would create new emotions, or paint pictures that no artist could ever draw.

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God...

My heart is full of love, and my senses speak of thanks - thanks to the hands that raised me, the eyes that stayed all night watching over me, and the mother who gave beyond all limits.

I have nothing to say but "My God, reward her with the best you may ever reward a parent for caring of a child"

My God, let us be together in your Paradise.

The end

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I wrote these words for some kind of cermoney. Back then, I didn't know how much time it would occupy my heart.

I still remember it word by word, letter after another.

Seven years have already passed, but I still repeat them from time to time, with all my love, longing, admiration, and apologies as well. Every time I do, I think I am more honest than ever. However, there would always be a next time, in which I am even more honest. This simple fact makes me cry.

"Mom... Your smile wipes away all the memories of my miserable childhood. Your smile is the light of my days. I miss you, mom..."

Updated: 5/21/2012