I sat there after a tiring day full of breakdowns, setbacks, motion and commotion. My mother’s feet were in my hands and I basked in the glory of Heaven on earth. My fingers moved rhythmically with technique and bumped against the rough patches and cuts on her swollen feet. She flinched with pain and I felt utterly helpless and indebted.
Indebted to the woman who kept me in a haven safer than any other place in the whole devastating world.
Indebted to the woman who bore my troubles with patience.
Indebted to the woman who raised me and played with me and gave me sweet memories.
Indebted to the woman who, even after I reached strength and independence, never ceases to be my cornerstone.
And it was there, at her tired feet, that I felt the weight of my dutiful position and the humble realization of a parent’s undivided love.
I stay there for a while, in the Gardens of Paradise, and I hear her barely audible tired voice murmur prayers and blessings that could move mountains.
‘Aisha radhiallahu ‘anha said, “A woman came to me with her two daughters to ask me for help, but I only had one date which I gave her. She took the date, divided it into two halves and gave it to her daughters. When the Messenger of Allah sallallahu ‘alayhi wa sallam came, I told him the story of this woman and he said,
من ابتلي من البنات بشيء فأحسن إليهن كن له سترًا من النار
“Whoever was tested with having daughters and treated them kindly, then they will be a shield for them from the Fire.”
Get down to her feet. Feel her tired, swollen skin and soothe her aches with obedience and humility. Don’t wait until it’s too late to tell her you love and appreciate her. Water the soil under her feet with grateful tears and thank Allah for granting you this opportunity. Ask Him to teach you and guide you towards the best of manners with her and to protect you from slipping in your duties towards her. Hug her tight spontaneously, kiss her forehead and hold her hand. Watch her face light up with the delighted smile you cherish in the fond memories of childhood, and you’ll realize that she will always be what you call home.
Her pains and worries can never be compensated, nor can the favors ever be returned.
Ibn ‘Umar radhiallahu ‘anhuma saw a man carrying his mother around the Ka’bah in Tawaaf, and he asked, “Have I fulfilled my duty towards her?” Ibn ‘Umar replied, “Not even one contraction. However, you have done good, and Allah will reward you tremendously for the little good that you could do.”
-The Sahara Bloggers (Umm Saifullah)