Mother

I just read this part :

````It was a mistake to come to the United States and a mistake to go back to Pakistan because mother, for whom I had been dead for long time, was waiting for me to die.````

and I dont think I can read the whole article. Lets just say that I dont have the emotional strength to read it.

Beautiful!!!

Mohammed:

....just some quick comments...good riveting story...a bit jarring towards the end...both along the plot and some word usage...`alleviating` and `processing` immediately come to mind...keep sharing,

rgds,

t

This is very poignant and introspective...I cannot read it `technically` right now...perhaps never...

But would have thought that another title might have lent it something more. `A requiem` is a bit obvious, and I almost skipped reading it...

Thank god, I did not.

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Amjed

That is the story of a mother - our mothers. They are so special. Why they die?

Loved this moving shower of emotion from you.

Mr.Amjed

Thank you.
Genuine. poignant.

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Thank you Amjed!
I want to read it again n again.

I am speechless really...mothers are that way...whatever you do, however nasty you are...they are always there, arms open and welcoming...I miss mommy...it made such a moving read...makes one think what is the point ofliving off shore, making all that money if you are not with your near and dear ones to spend it on and with...may be I should return to Pakistan...no point in living this life of exile...God! now I am about to cry...and then again, I know it for a fact my mother does that too, so many times a day, as she raises her hands in prayers...prayers for my safety, away from her...

very powerful. and hope this was not a true story.

...... wafting smell of cooking parathas early in the morning, brought back early memories hidden somewhere in the deep recesses. narrative tugs at the heart strings, very moving.

Amjed

I have emailed your articles to many youngstors who are living abroad away from their mothers - this article was the best tribute you could give to your mother.

Amjed:

A very touching story. Something that I did not like in the story was the very impression that was weaved to show the helplessness of a woman and her reliance on a man. I have read these stories in my childhood and I would like to believe that the condition of traditional women ``mothers-in particular`` has changed tremendously from those days. It may be an idealistic approach. But as they say and I will tweak what they say:

~Dil Kae ``Behlanae`` ko Ghalib Yeh Khayal Aacha Hae!

On another note: Having been away from one of my homes for quite sometime now, I do get hit by a certain fear as well. And, I used to have a very hard time bringing myself to the very thought of ``departure`` of the loved ones. Then one fine day as I was medidating while I on the road, something just hit me so hard that everything got shifted into a ``certain`` perspective. I realized that if anything has to happen it can happen anytime. And, I am a very little entity in the grand scheme of things that nature has planned. This was the time of last fall and I was completely engrossed in my thoughts and my own world. Very typical of me! I just lifted my eyes and could not believe the beautful fall colors that I saw in my surroundings. I passed through those winding roads and hills every other day. I did not pay much attention to the colors. And, I told myself ``what a damn fool I was!`` And, that`s when my whole faith and belief had a second life. The presence of Allah Taala was so empowering that I had to let go of my ego. Nature in general has a very lasting impact on my well being and my connection to the supreme being. But that whole mindset and surroundings left me with an answer to some of my unspoken questions.

The intent of the above is not only to share a very personal experience but to let you know that your character whether real or imaginary is just a human being and not God.

Indeed, we all interpret, decipher and perceive things very differently. I hope this serves as a consolation to your character in the story.

Regards.

Beautiful.

Correction: Please replace ``empowering`` with ``overpowering.`` I did not mean to change the hierarchy of power and become an eternal sinner.