If I claim that I am different from the other two siblings of mine, I won’t be wrong. My mother was married in February ’84 and I was born in November, the same year. Almost 26 years since my mother had me. I may have been a little boy but I could tell that the way she had pampered and cared for me, didn’t seem as if I was her first. She was a professional. The privileges that I had at that time, I am sure, none of the other two had those. My whole world was set around her. She was my TV, internet, cell-phone, 911, PC… you name it. I have these pictures that tell me stories of her at that time. She used to dress me up and take my snaps. I was her little Harry Potter.
Oh… how can I forget her lullabies? They were a classic. I've had insomnia since my childhood. She and Daddy both sometimes used to take me for a little evening drive, when I couldn’t sleep. It used to be a matter of time and I was off to wonderland, right in my Mother’s arms.
I remember a lot from my childhood. Most of the memories are related to my mother or the time that I’d had spend with her. People need alibis to blame God. But this is the one that I can say; God is not cruel. I wonder, how can he create, such an angel for guys like me? I didn’t do anything to deserve this blessing.
Days went on passing and our” Mom and Son” relationship got stronger. Whenever I wake up she asks me the usual question; what do you want to have for breakfast? Not that, “Do you want to have breakfast?” It’s something that we go unnoticed. But if you look closely, you’ll know the difference.
The most worrying thing isn’t my mom’s sickness. It’s her concerns for our future. I don’t like her when she looks at me, with wondering eyes. Wondering, what will be ours next? How will we survive this Human-Jungle? I try my best to calm her, whenever I get a chance. But to be honest, I am not sure if I can survive it or not. One thing I am sure of is, it won’t be easy without her.
She’s 47 now and still fresh as ever. I sometimes call her "Marge Simpson" (as she is fond of doing domestic errands). If you see her hustling hither and thither for the errands, you’ll surely laugh too. She does take this as serious as a multinational CEO would have concerns for his company. This entire headache, just to comfort us… We all agree a mother’s love is pure for her child. But we realize it too late.
Mama, just want to say that I never intentionally wanted to hurt you and I want to see an eternal smile on your face. Keep blooming.
Your son;
Khalid.
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