The woman with hands of gold

Published: May 13, 2018
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Her hands determinedly raised me to my tiny feet, every time I fell to the ground in the attempt to walk. PHOTO: SHUTTERSTOCK

I always gushed about how my Mother’s hands were beautiful; though, all wonder had ceased as I realised…

Her hands tenderly held my vulnerable self as I opened my eyes in this big-bad world; her face comforted me, there was an angel in this world Allah had sent me down to, I was in safe hands.

Her hands determinedly raised me to my tiny feet, every time I fell to the ground in the attempt to walk; her will to support me still gives me strength from then till today.

Her hands would swiftly push my swing as she pointed towards the sky, “Look Hira, you’re flying!” and I knew it, that I’d keeping soaring if she believed in me enough.

Her hands gripped my own as she helped me trace the ‘A’ for ‘Apple’ for my very first pre-school assignment; how would I have known the joy of writing without her paving the path for me?

Her hands gently traced verses of prayers upon my forehead each time I’d set out to run a race, I never returned without a medal; she made me invincible.

Her hands cradled me each time a nightmare jolted me awake; I knew it then and there that the demons of my nightmare would have to go through her to get to me.

Her hands wiped those seemingly infinite tears away, which otherwise would’ve never stopped; her touch healed my soul after every sorrow.

Her hands are as magical as an elixir; which make any bitter medicine tolerable to gulp down and cure all illness.

Her hands still affectionately feed me my food if “I don’t want to get my hands messy”; those are the meals which always somehow seem to be the most delicious.

Her hands are my ultimate praise and severe critic as she pens down her thoughts about my work; she is the reason behind all my success.

Her hands are what have changed my fate, shielded me from brutalities and made my dreams come true; each time her hands were raised in prayer, she gave me hope, the hope that it’ll all be okay, the hope that life will be kinder to me.

Hira Hyder

Hira Hyder

The author is a journalist who strives to be a voice for those who struggle to voice themselves. She believes that any obstacle in life can be battled by the right amount of spirituality, positive energy and chocolate! She tweets @HiraHyder (twitter.com/HiraHyder)

The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necessarily reflect the views and policies of The Express Tribune.

  • Amra Sz

    I have yet to read something as emotional as this for a mother’s day tribute .
    Seems to have come straight out of the depths of a daughter s heart.
    Made me tear up.
    Your mother is lucky to have a daughter like u who acknowledges her mom . This is all that any mother can wish for! 💕Recommend

  • Mehnaz

    Beautifully written as it expresses a mother’s love through the eyes of her child. Every mother is there for their children in each way possible..sometimes we overlook how precious they are take their presence for granted. When we sit down and realize all the things that a mother does for their child, we realize that she’s the actual gem in our lives…a gem to always keep within us…a mother’s love has no boundaries….Recommend

  • Chaudhary Anjum Rasool

    Very impressive 👍Recommend

  • Hira Hyder

    Thank you so much!😁Recommend

  • Hira Hyder

    Absolutely! How beautifully put💕Recommend

  • Hira Hyder

    Mission accomplished!💖✨Recommend

  • Abdul Qadir Abbas

    Beautiful tribute to a mother.Recommend