Sami Yusuf - Mother (Arabic)

Mera Beta

When you came to me I thought
You are a must in my life
When you kick in my womb
I thought
Ah…my baby is knocking
Saying mom I am in dark
Bring me to light
When my womb bulged out
I thought
How lucky I am
Somebody is there in the earth
To say oh’ mom you are my dearest
When the pain started
I thought
Time has come
My baby will be in my arms
I can touch, I can kiss
My joy is going to touch the heavens
One day you really came into my arms
Cried loudly to make me feel your presence
Looking at your face so pretty
I felt as if I am going to melt in ecstasy
All the treasures of this universe
Were wraped in you.

Nasheed My Mother (( Ummi )) By Ahmed Bukhatir ,, WoW ..

Sami Yusuf - Mother (Arabic)

I cried with an Agenda

Yesterday I Cried
I came home,

went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

and I had myself a good cry.

I'm telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all down my ibia front
i cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of soiled

tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired, or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and disconnected

my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me the same things

I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away, to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does come a time

when the only thing left for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;

and mommies are left longing for thier unborn;

and than there are those daddies who don't know what to do,

so they leave; because they do not know how to take responsibility

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.
I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

Searching

Could that have been your face I saw
Today on the crowded streets?
Would I know you, my own son
If by some chance of fate we might meet?

That little boy I saw in the park,
The one with dark hair and laughing eyes,
He could have been my son, he seems
To be just about the right size.
Would I know if his eyes met mine?
Will I just somehow see if he is the
Same sweet baby I carried under my heart
Once upon a time?

I have this picture of him in my heart,
And how he would look today.
But would I really know my son
If he happens to pass my way?

I wonder if he looks into faces
As he goes about his day.
Would he recognize me, if our eyes should meet
Somewhere along the way?

Is he searching faces, looking into crowds?
Is he hoping to see me too,
Looking for a familiar face
And wondering if he will know somehow?

I will go about my day, and for now
Put these thoughts away.
Until I see that face in the crowd,
Or that young man walking down the street.
Did I see something in his eyes?
Some unanswered question between us
As we passed each other by.
Do you think we will know each other If by chance we should meet?

Never Forgotten

Never forgotten, never lost.
Never far from mind or thought.
Not left behind, or in the past.
No image fades the memory lasts.
You're seen in smiles my children give,
Always within my heart you'll live.
Remembered now forever here,
Till close of life and end of years.

Mothers Love

No other human can possibly know,
The love that a Mother has for her child.
Her love is unexplainable.
And can only be described as 'A Mother's Love'.
She would give anything for the most precious thing in the world,
Even if it meant a great deal of immeasurable pain for her.
If it would be better for her child,
She would do it in a heartbeat.
Mothers have a love,
That is able to put love in front of her own pain.

I Wish

I wish you could know the incredible love I have for you.

I wish you could comprehend the pain and the love.

I wish you knew the unique smell of a precious new baby, part of you, only to be lost.

I wish you could understand how it feels to go through life after giving birth, giving your all, and then to have no one to hold.

I wish you could read my mind as I go through each day hurting, smiling, missing, loving, thinking, wondering, yearning.

I wish you could know the frustration I feel when no one understands me, or when someone takes my pain for granted, or when I am misinterpreted, misrepresented.

I wish you could know my thoughts when I see or hold a little boy and he's not you and he's not mine.

I wish you could know how it feels to never hear the words 'I love you mommy' from your mouth.

I wish I could explain to you my experience, my title, that forever will shape who I am.

I wish you could feel the hurt I live with when people verbally abuse or belittle what I have done, or as they express their attitudes of 'it will never happen to me'.

I wish you could realize that physical, emotional, and mental drain, lost sleep, tears shed, and joy felt of your existence.

I wish you could know the feeling of accomplishment that comes from making a family that otherwise would never existed.

I wish you could understand what it feels like to be asked if I have children, and either have to lie or give a complicated answer and have that stabbing in my heart.

Unless you have walked in my shoes, you could never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our choices mean.... I wish you could though. Not to hurt you, but all this only for you to know my love for you.
Love always and forever,

My Perfect Child

As my children were born, I wanted them to be perfect.
When they were babies, I wanted them to smile and to
be content playing with their toys.
I wanted them to be happy and to laugh continually instead
of crying and being demanding. I wanted them to see
The beautiful side of life.
As they grew older, I wanted them to be giving instead of selfish.
I wanted them to skip the terrible twos.
I wanted them to stay innocent forever.
Now as they became older, I wanted them to be obedient
and not rebellious, mannerly and not mouthy. I wanted
them to be gentle, kindhearted, and full of love.
"Oh God give me a child like this," was often my Prayer.
Than today i have six children like this.
Allah was most merciful....

My Boys

Sticky fingers,
dirty face
rugs and pillows
out of place.
Cars and tractors
here and there,
blocks and boats
everywhere.
Gold and silver
have I none,
but worth a million
are my sons.

A Son

There's nothing like the blessing
Of a little baby boy
To fill your home with sunshine
And fill your heart with joy.
With hugs and bugs and footballs,
Baseballs, toys, and grins,
You'll cherish all the memories
That you will share with him.
Take the time to walk and talk,
To share his dreams and plans.
All too soon your little boy
Will grow into a man.

When I pick up one of my children and cuddle them,

all the strain and stress of life temporarily disappears.

There is nothing more wonderful than motherhood

and no-one will ever love you as much as a small child.

The Beauty Of A Women

Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a womanIs reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows!

When a mother cries

Allah says...... "When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort... I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining.... I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.... She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.... I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.... I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.... For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and ! it is her only weakness....

It wouldn’t be Life if Everything was Simple

Life I have experienced hardship I have experienced happiness. I have made bonds with many people Some bonds changed and others strengthened. I have seen death touch those whom I care for I have seen blessings come upon those whom I care for I have seen hatred I have seen love I have seen greed. I have seen kindness I have felt trust. I have felt at loss I have experienced hurt. I have experienced regret… I guess it’s all a part of a thing called life. Sometimes easy Other times difficult Sometimes understood Other times confusing. It wouldn’t be life if everything was simple.

I Am Always Here for You

If Ever You Need Someone to Talk to my sons, I Am Always Here for You If ever things are not going well for you and you have some problems to solve If ever you are feeling confused and don't know the right thing to do If ever you are feeling frightened and hurt or if you just need someone to talk to Please remember that I am here for you at all times without judgment and with understandingand love

In my darkest hours of despair

In my darkest hours of despair and self-pity as invitations go unacceptedas holidays are spent alone as I am ignored, forgotten, cast off while they go on without me as occasions go unremembered unrecognized and unrewarded

In my darkest hours of despair and self-pityas I sit alone while they go onwithout me as if I were not needed as if I am not missed as if I do not never did exist or countor mean anything

One thought kindles a fire that warms my other wise cold and empty soul One thought fills the barren void once brimming over with motherly love affection and attention

I take some comfortand consolationin knowing, believing with every ounce of my soul that each and every one of those who have acted in ways that separate mothers and children will one day relize they have wronged no body escape the truth forever

That every lawyer, and judgeevery social worker, and anyone and everyone who because of what they've done or haven't done to break the sacred bond or keep apart or widen the gap or speak negatively or act in decently or uncaringly

Those who have deliberately or unknowingly contributed to the pain of separation or not contributed to the healing of reunification, Those who aided and abetted

Those who conspired in the conspiracy of tearing apart and putting as under

What God in His great wisdom had joined together now seperated and scattered

They will answer to a higher power will suffer for what they've done

I know this above all else to be true

why is this night different from all others?

Because my children are not with me,

because I am both a motherless child and a childless mother a

abandoned again and again and again

Dream Mother

Before you were whole and really alive
I dreamt of you and I together forever
That dream was shattered by a tugging too real to be imagined
They were taking you from me
Tearing my insides out I tried to hold on to you but they pulled you from me
I closed my eyes thinking you'd still be there where you've always been in my dreams
In my dreams where I hold you rock you and comfort you
In my dreams where I watch you as you grow into a happy child gorgeous child a brilliant child A child who laughsand plays and throws kisses to me because I am always with you

Hush now, mamma's here

In my dreams where you grow taller and more beautiful than ever
In my dreams where I am your proud mother
But then in my dream your mother turns and she's not me
I waken with a startle to a nightmare of emptiness
And loneliness soaked with tears and sweat
I can recall your birth with vivid sweet pain but
the rest the rest was it all just a dream?

I tried to bring you back with me to my reality and almost lost you
Hush now, mamma's gone I will not scare you again

You needn't run away I'll go back and content myself
With my beautiful dream of you in which you are my childforever

Lost, But Not Forgotten

For just a flicker, time stood still
I dared not breatheas our first
And last precious moments meshed into one.
Eternity passed before me as
I held your tiny body in my hands

Tears drenched my face
As your image imprinted
Forever on the film of my mind
"Go with Love," I whispered"
And always know, no matter what, that you are loved."

I wonder now, does a daffodil wonder
where her seeds have scattered?
Does the seed care from whence it came?

If bonds of love begin while floating inside...
a warm sea of bodily love...
if "tadpole" babies sense, even then
The love in which they were conceived... can you tell?

Do you remember?
Are those few, precious moments
Imprinted in your memory, as in mine?
Do you know, even now, that you are loved?

Birthmother's Loss

Bodily changes my
Body changes are scary
And I am young
I choose to ignore
Body swells insists
I see emotions confused
Movement! Life! baby. Mine.
Part of me loved by me
I want you
I love you
I will not let go
Why do they say I am no good?
Not good enough
To keep you?
That you need better?
Can’t be
Someone save me.
You are safe inside me
I will not let you go.
Pains terrible pain all alone fear.
Where is Mommy?
Where is Daddy?
Do they know?
Do they care?
I am so alone
So scared till I see you
You’re round and soft dark hair
Brown eyes full of wonder and hope
Your smell so sweet, so new, so innocent
Is my love not enough?
What should I do?
What do you want?
I search for answers where is the miracle?
Who will save us? No one.
We are severed two hearts
Which beat as one?
Torn apart
Mine wishes to cease but cannot
I go along numb and vacant
I learn to pass to function
Even marry
But still having born, children less
An emptiness a gaping hole
Where they tore you from my soul
I search the streets the faces
All happy no one knows my inner pain
My loss, my baby boy, do you know?
Can you help me?
Did you see him? Was he happy?

Life is a Journey

There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren't the way you had hoped they would be.

That's when you have to tell yourself that things will get better.

There are times when people disappoint you and let you down,
but those are the times when you must remind yourself to trust your own judgements and opinions, to keep your life focused on believing in yourself and all the that you are capable of . . .

There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them. Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you.

It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle you will find a stronger sense of who you are and you will also see yourself developing into the person you have always wanted to be.

Life is a journey through time, filled with many choices each of us will experience life in our own special way.

So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities,
remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be, because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the dreams that you know are meant to come true for you.

You are Worthy

Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.

It is because we are different that each of us is special.

Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.

Only you know what is best for you.

Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.

Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.

Do not let your life slip through your fingers By living in the past nor for the future.

By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.

Do not give up when you still have something to give.

Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.

It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.

Do not be afraid to encounter risks.

It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.

Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.

The quickest way to receive love is to give love;

The fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly;

In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

Do not dismiss your dreams.

To be without dreams is to be without hope;

To be without hope is to be without purpose.

Do not run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been,

but also where you are going.

Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.

For My handsome son

As I looked at you today
and saw the same beautiful eyes
that looked at me with love
when you were a baby
I looked at you today
and saw the same cheeky mouth
that made me cry when you first smiled at me
when you were a baby
It was not long ago
that I held you in my arms
long after you fell asleep
and I just kept rocking you
all night long
I looked at you today
and saw my handsome boy
no longer a baby
but a beautiful little boy
with a full range of emotions and feelings
Every day is exciting
as I continue to watch you
And I want you to always know that
in good and bad times
I will love you
and that no matter what you do
or how you think
or what you say
you can depend on
my support, guidance
friendship and love
every minute of every day
I love being your mother
Even from afar

I take in comfort in the fact that you have reunited with your fatherI leave in his care in confidence that you grow up to be a very important person in his life and that of your brothers.

My Sons

A mother tries to provide her sons with insight into the
Important things in life in order to make thier life as happy and fulfilling as possible.
This is how i would have liked to have raised you

A mother tries to teach her son

to be kind and generous towards other people
to be honest and forthright at all times
to be fair, treating men and women equally
to respect and learn from older people
to know himself very well
to understand his strong and weak points
to accept criticism and learn from his mistakes
to have many interests to pursue
to have many goals to follow
to work hard to reach these goals

A mother tries to teach her son

to have a strong set of beliefs
to listen to his intelligence
to laugh and enjoy life
to appreciate the beauty of nature
to express his feelings openly and honestly at all times
to realize that love is the best emotion that anyone can have
to value the family unit as the basis of all stability

I hope i will have provided some insight into these things
I had wanted to succeeded as a mother and hoped to have been raising you

If many of these things slipped by
I am certain your father will ensure that you know them.

And as a proud mother I will always continue to
Love and support everything you are and everything you do
I am always here for you, my sons.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Are you lost in this big scary world?

Are you out there aimlessly searching for your way home?

Are you alone?

Do you need for someone to hold you and let you know that they are there?

Are you afraid?

Maybe fearful of what you may or may not find?

Afraid of never finding?

Do you look in every face trying to make the piece fit?

Do you search for years on end?

Do you yearn for that soft voice that will calm and sooth?

Do you long to be back where you can find the real you?

Do you dream of that day like it were a fairy tale?

Do you dream of me at night when you are asleep?

Can you hear my voice and hear my faint weeps?

Can you see my face in the stars, I am really not that far.

Spirit of my soul soar
Spirit of my soul seek
Seek the infant child
The one I left behind.
Spirit of my heart weep
Spirit of my heart grieve
Grieve for the infant child
The one I must find.
Oh spirit my spirit
Sweet sweet spirit
Search my depths
Find within me
The calm I so long for.
Oh sweet spirit
My guiding spirit
Light for me the way
Guide me with the brightest ray.
Let me ache no more,
Let me feel peace to my very core.