Hazrat Ayesha (may Allah be pleased with her) says that she was sitting with Hazrat Umm Salim (may Allah be pleased with her). He said, “Yes.” She said, “I said to Umm Salim, ‘Oh, can a woman have such a dream about you?’ The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: Your hands are dirty with dust.
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We used to get poisoned when she forcibly washed our heads in winter.
Who saw Lux, Capri, Rexona… .. They used to wash their clothes and also their heads with palm brand soap – the soap would stick in their eyes like a thorn;
At our slightest mischief, Mother would become a firestorm; and she would pick up the washing-stick, which we called “Dummy,” but never hit. A
Far from the hustle and bustle of the village, our dera was in the midst of the exact crops – taking the trail from the dera to the village used to be Aman’s biggest shopping tour; and missing out on this tour was our biggest misfortune !!
If mothers ever went to the village alone, they would try to entertain us on the way back. We used to kill Aman Ji with small hands. He would pull his dupatta; then he would put his head on his lap and tear his face and cry.
If my mother used to take us to the village, we would jump and run after her happily. We went to Syria in the evening. But the mother would answer with the same worn strap. ” When you grow up, you will get a job, a lot of money will come, you will get married, and so on and so forth.
I remember Baba Muzaffar had a wedding celebration in the village. There were burning lights and firecrackers were exploding. He was coming back from the village crying after G. When the intention came to a halt and he secretly returned to the village.
it was evening …. It wasn’t long before my mother realized my disappearance – she kept making noises in the fields and orchards in the dark of night like a madman – and kept peeking at the lanterns hanging in every well from the camp to the village.
Late at night, when I recovered from the wedding house, they attacked me like a tiger. If the women of the village had not saved me that night, my mother would have killed me.
Once Abu Ji had gone to Sargodha to visit his Pir Sahib. I was six or seven years old at that time. I had a high fever. Took her to the doctor’s office at the base of Words “This event is one of the oldest memories of my life”.
Surely she was a woman of great courage – and she worked hard till her last breath.
When did I grow up and go far away from my mother?
After a year, when he came home, his mother would hug him and cry a lot, but I used to laugh in front of everyone. –
Mother would cut the fodder in the field and carry a heavy load on her head and throw it in front of the toke. Sometimes she would put the fodder in the toke and run the toke by herself. When she got tired, she would ask in a whisper, “Shall I talk in your house?” ”
She knew in that look that I had fallen in love with her, and that was how my battery was fully charged.
Then we built a house in the village; and my mother married me of her own free will.
I moved to the city with my family and my mother settled in a different world in the village.
She also came to town on the birth of my first son. I also took them on a sea tour… while drinking tea on Clifton Beach.
When my mother was sick, I was on vacation. I kept her open for several days, thinking that she had a minor abdominal pain. She would recover soon. Is on the final stage;
When I felt the urgent need for blood, I went to the blood bank bed. When the mother found out, she looked at him sadly and said,
I could barely do that. “Even a few drops of mother’s blood can’t pay off the debt that you picked me up and took me to the village doctor. And on the way back, she fell while eating.” ”
When they laughed out loud, I said, “Mom, forgive me, I couldn’t serve you.”
I think I could hardly have served my mother… I didn’t have the time… but she was very generous. On his death bed, when I was repeatedly apologizing to him for my shortcomings, she began to say, “I agree, my son, why does he repeatedly apologize !!! ”
My mother died in front of me. But I did not cry; the next day my head began to get heavy so I went to the graveyard and sat on the grave and cried with tears in my eyes.
Eyes wide open
How to relieve pain
It’s been a long time since my mother passed away; now I can’t believe that my mother ever lived in this world