I’m proud of her.

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Pregnancy time is so much joyful as well as painful period for any women. My pregnancy was more of painful experience especially last 3 months. In end of 7th month I got hospitalized twice because of my high acidity issue which had resulted in severe vomiting. Doctors were unable to stop it.My parents were busy in praying for my and my baby well being. Every time in hospital I used to keep on checking my baby’s movement. One day Dr told us that if my vomiting does not stop then they will be doing C-section. Then he smiled and looked at me and said “Soon you will be a proud mother”. Proud mother…after so much of painful nights how somebody could say they enjoyed pregnancy time, how I could feel proud. I don’t know what more I have to go thru. All the things sounded so frustrating.

Oh Allah I was so wrong and I realize this whenever I see my daughter’s adorable face. Alishba.. my daughter…gem of my life. As soon as I reach home she welcomes me with her beautiful smile as if she is meeting me for the first time. Subhan Allah. She holds me tightly when she finds me depressed or sad. She makes me smile…she warms me with her kisses. Sometimes I feel she is my mother J kissing me and giving me comfort. I think it’s a mutual feeling which Allah (swt) fills in every babies and mothers heart. As she is getting older I want to capture some of her funny talks in my memory like:

  • She says “kitchen” to chicken. 🙂  I don’t like correcting her because I know time will pass away fast and I will not listen such words again from her.
  • Nowadays she has made a new best friend “Keeper” who is a “Lazy Dog”. She loves animals…so in short keeper is just a new addition in her best friend list. I always do silent prayers for her that she may always love every creature of Allah swt.
  • She gets angry when she finds pics of my marriage and questions me Why I’m not here?..Hehehe. She always wants to accompany me anywhere anytime.
  • She will be 4 now but still wants me to tap her to make her sleep. By the way I too love to do that to her. It reminds me she is still my small doll.
  • Oh Ya her father cant even dare to touch me or even talk to me in her presence. Hahaa. She is a mummy’s gal 🙂 . May she always love me like this.

Well there are more to add on but there are proud movements as well which Allah swt has gifted me:

  • I adore her when quietly she listen stories of sahabas, prophets and remembers them. How nicely she tries to explain about heaven and about Hell and sometimes start giving lectures like some scholar. Hehee.
  • I love her when she relates every act to good and bad and then concludes it with heaven or hell act.
  • The way she hates Satan.
  • When she enjoys reciting name of Allah swt it fills me with tears.
  • While doing dhikr before sleeping, if I sleep because of tiredness. She wakes me up and tells me I forgot to recite dua. Masha Allah.
  • She already knows some of the daily dua and because of her I keep myself updated with all the dua and its meaning. Allahumdullilah.
  • It fills me with proud that what I’m learning and understanding at this age. She already knows in such a tender age. Allahumdullilah.

So friend’s pain at the time of pregnancy was a worth and Yes Dr was right “I’m a proud mother”. Subhan Allah. I’m indeed thankful to my almighty for all the things.

I end up this post with a dua that “May Allah keep showering his blessings on our children and make them pious. Whatever good they have learnt in their tender age may they remember and implement it in thru out their life. Also Allah gives every parents strength and knowledge so that they could make their children a good Ummah”. Ameen

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4 thoughts on “I’m proud of her.

    • Jazakillahu khair dear…I hope u remember u had only told me to post some funny things about her. Its a reply to that. But as usual it became a serious topic. Heheee. Please keep me and her always in your dua.

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