Stories about mother

What is inside a woman’s heart?

Take a peek inside a woman’s heart, A cluster of emotions, God’s masterpiece of art. It nurtures, cherishes and cares in love, Nothing else does it place before or above. Regard your mother and her affection, For she will put your happiness before her own without any condition. Have you seen inside your woman’s eyes? Your attention is all she seeks; it is for you that she sighs. Value your daughter the same way as you would your son, Educate and empower her; she too can be a big gun, For your adoration and applause, she will always love you, As a daddy’s girl, she will make you proud which shall ...

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You and your cursed tongue

“Rashid, nooooo! Stop! For the love of the Almighty, stop!” My incessant pleas fell on deaf ears. By now my voice had transformed from a high-pitched wail to a dry, hoarse moan, stuck deep in my throat. I watched helplessly as he picked up that shovel, desperately trying to free myself of the fetters. I could see his thick-shouldered frame shifting laboriously from the mound of earth to the deep grave-like trench dug in the ground. “I told you, your tongue was cursed!” He grumbled, his voice dripping with frustration. I had to do something, but what? I tried to wrestle my way out ...

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Nazia Hassan: Remembering our subcontinental princess

Hendon Cemetery, London NW7 on Holder’s Hill Road is a serene space with the usual poignancy and hush that accompanies cemeteries. There, tucked away among other graves is a simple tomb with a black headstone. “786”, the numerical translation of Bismillah is etched along with this touching epitaph: “In the loving memory of Nazia Hassan. Loving daughter, sister and mother. Beloved and cherished by millions of people. Died in her youth, August 13, 2000.” Every word rang true and took me back to July 2000. I was driving my friend and Nazia’s songs were playing on the stereo. “She is about to die”, he ...

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Breastfeeding: Taboo or must-do?

“Sorry, what?” I asked, absolutely shocked. “Yes, madam, my doctor told me that my breast milk is poisonous and not suitable for the baby, and that is the reason she is sick all the time. I even got my milk tested as per my doctor’s instructions and it was indeed poisonous,” said the mother of a six-month-old, shrunken-eyed Maryam. The child was diagnosed as a classic case of third degree malnutrition and marasmus. I was taken by surprise. I had never ever heard of a healthy, physically fit woman like her producing poisonous milk; needless to say, I was extremely curious to ...

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Drugged infants on the streets of Pakistan

I’ve seen newborns on drugs and so have you. Unfortunately, so has every MPA, MNA, human rights activist, police official, mother and father. Recently, a woman holding a newborn came to my window to beg. I struck her a deal — Rs5,000 on the spot if she could wake the child up for me. Immediately, she went about trying to wake the baby she was carrying. I waited, knowing all along that the child wouldn’t wake up but desperately hoped he would. As expected, the child seemed lifeless. She sheepishly said, “You know, he’s sleeping on a full stomach. He will wake ...

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I am not your sister, mother or wife; I carry my own identity

Ripley’s believe it or not (the Pakistani version) A woman physically attacked a man in a restaurant because he intruded her personal space. She tried to make him back down. There was a sense of injustice that spurred this violence because she wanted to drive home the fact that she has the same claim to her personal space as he did to his, both in public and private domains. She too is a human being and her claim to her space remains valid regardless of her gender. It turns out the concept of being human is elusive, almost faded beyond ...

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A ‘thank you’ we forget to say

She wakes up at 5:00 am. She has to make breakfast and pack a snack for all her children before they wake up for school. She makes a boiled egg sandwich for her daughter, a fried egg for her son and a cheese omelette for her youngest son. Without wasting a minute, she sets the table and her eyes fall on the clock that strikes 6:00 am. She panics and curses under her breath, “Oho! Museebat, I am late again!” Scurrying to the rooms, she wakes each of the boys up with a kiss on their foreheads. They squirm and whine in an ...

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When a mother has a son like you

He was 37; she was 18. They had known each other for just one year. She was a nurse in the dispensary run by him. Today, they are getting married in a simple ceremony. Rejected by seven girls a decade earlier, he had given up on the idea of marriage. But couples are made in heaven and this young nurse was the perfect bride for him. A fateful wedding night: After the function was over, they were heading home. I was somehow able to go along, invisible. They were near their dispensary just to check if anyone was waiting for medical ...

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Baby 59: The newborn who was flushed down the toilet in China

They say there is no creature on earth like a mother frightened for her kids. The almost animal instinct to protect your offspring from harm is borne almost immediately inside a woman, along with her newborn. Whether it is an ape or a cheetah or a rat, all mothers are vicious when it comes to protecting their young. Yet, as the perversity of human condition would have it, not all vicious mothers are well-meaning. Every day the news bring cases that shake parents (and the non-parent reader as well) to their very core. Andrea Yates drowned her five children. Nina Koistenin, mother of ...

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My little baby doll

The huge grandfather clock before me keeps ticking away. It is quarter after five; we’ve been waiting for almost half an hour. When will Dr Hussain, my gynaecologist, call us in? I absolutely hate waiting in clinics. Ever since I was a child, I’ve never liked clinics; there is always a peculiar smell…the stench of disease. Even the gynaecologist’s clinic isn’t any better. The dull coloured walls with cracks running through them, the unsmiling stern looking nurse who reminds me of the Hulk, the plastic flowers on the centre table, the old issues of Cosmo, Home and Garden, Motherhood ...

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