We are born of love; Love is our mother”
– Rumi
On 25 August my mother experienced an acute pain in her abdomen and we quickly rushed her to the distrrict hospital and consulted a doctor. The concerned doctor prescribed some tests and immediately we did the needful. A day later, we received a report of those tests and unfortunately one of the test showed a cyst inside uterus. Dr asked for an emergency surgery; but unluckily enough her blood was not upto the required quantity. We somehow arranged for two more points of blood to ensure her surgery is done without delay. But as Ill luck would have it, when we contacted Dr for surgery she expressed helplessness stating that this kind of surgery was not being conducted in the hospital . We had just one option at our disposal and that was private hospital. See how much unsophisticated our district hospitals happen to be. This is sorry state of affairs. There is a need for the government to equip all the hospitals of the state with advanced technology so that poor patients don’t face hardships.
On second day of Eid ul azha, while it was a day of celebration for the whole ummah, to us, it was quite the other way round. On this day we visited one of the private hospital of district baramulla where all sorts of facility were available. Exactly at 5:pm mother was taken to the operation theatre and we were waiting outside. Everybody was restless. Though my brother tried to pacify my fears, I did not feel a bit relaxed. While I was waiting for her call she was in the grips of death. I prayed every minute to my lord for her safety. It took a couple of hours for the doctor to perform surgery and in these two hours my heart underwent a severe torture. Apprehending what if she dies, who would give me such a load of love. Suddenly the door of operation theatre was thrown open and I enquired from an assistant of doctor about the condition of my mother and he told me: “do pray as much as you people can; she needs your prayers.” His utterances frightened me more . I stepped outside the corridor and wept a lot. My father came to me and hugged me. After ten to twenty minutes my brother called me and instantly I went to the hospital. My mother was to be discharged from the operation theatre. Just a mere glance at the face of my mother and tears rolled down my cheeks, for how could I bear the yellowish face of mother and that too in an unconscious state.
A few minutes later, she opened her eyes and I felt somehow relaxed . She wanted to say something but couldn’t perhaps because of anaesthesia and a spinal injection. After half an hour my mother was able to speak and her first word was my nickname Rouf: “Rouf soeba mein Kya korov yee” (what have they done to me) and this made me cry. My mother despite the surgery advised us to stop weeping like children even though we couldn’t control our tears. To our utter dismay, she became again unconscious in a few seconds. We tried to talk to her but she could not respond and I felt extreme pain inside my heart. But after few minutes she again uttered: ” Rouf saeba Wondmei zuu , Che kyaze wadaan Che chekh sorie kenh Moen, maa wadh” (Rouf souba, you are the apple of my eyes, don’t weep) These words of mother cemented my belief that nobody can replace mother’s love.
On that night , mother experienced pain again which I couldn’t endure. Immediately I went to nurses’ room where I told a sister about my mother’s extreme pain. She injected a painkiller to my mother and after few minutes mother felt relaxed. And that night I sat beside my mother and in the very mid of night, she opened her eyes and found me there, she instantaneously put her hand onto my head and whispered in my ear “lejjsei balie” and kissed me on my head. Although I tried to control my tears I couldn’t , for despite undergoing a surgery, I was receiving the unconditional love from my mother.
Our mothers are our life. The love of the mother is unparalleled. If there is anything that motivates her to live this goddamn life , it is only and only the presence of her children. Loving you, the person, who can turn simply insane, is none but a mother. To have a mother, simply guarantees a person, if not a rich life but a richer life in terms of love and that unmatched concern. Mother’s love is unconditional to her children and children should give her utmost respect . Love you Mom! May Allah SWT grant my mother a speedy recovery and I humbly request everybody to kindly pray for my mother!!!
Author hails from Kanispora Baramulla and can be mailed at ramizspeaks77@gmail.com
