Bismillah!

My Mom is mean so I am now:)

subahanallah!this is the best email i got this year...nope i think the best email i got ever...bcz i tasted tears as well as laughter...who can ever bring you the both at the same time....it's always a mom...

adding something to the note.
when a companion of prophet muhammed (peace be upon him) questioned about ,whom should he love the most...prophet (saW) answerd IT'S UR MOTHER....when for d 2nd time the question was asked the answer was YOUR MOTHER...and the third time too it was the same answer IT'S UR MOTHER...then for the 4th tym when he repeated the question prophet (saw) answered... it's ur FATHER....

note down friends.....the gold medal goes for mom,silver and bronze follows as well. only the participation award goes to the father...it's not that fathers are being condemn or they should be given less respect...infact they should be the family head in an islamic family....they take most of the responsibility...nowadays fathers wash nappies,diappers,help to cook,sing lullaby(tho it is like a cracked CD) why...i've seen fathers carry their wives handbags during the peadiatric clinic sessions ;))) there are men out there help their wives in various ways, like wise i mentioned in my yesterday's note.

but still what a mom go through bringing up her child is remarkable...even a mom cannot explain how precious but at the same tym how risky it is to give birth to their kid....though they enjoy the pains nd fear. they keep on taking this risk...how adventurous they are...?i've got no words to explain.

at the same time....more than a father it's she who gets all blames,pains and insults when she is not capable of being a mom. such women are not barrens but also moms....;-) only a woman can feel this precious feeling as being a mom,want to be a mom etc etc.....

it is she who weeps a lot when her children give birth to their children....ever wondered why????because she knows what her child goes through....though she takes the risk as an adventure she wish her child never go through such pains....though she knows without pains there is no cry of a baby, she wish Allah to ease her own child's pains.........and finally she pour all the love she had for her children,( but safely hidden) upon her grandchildren...............thats mom buddies..........value and appreciate your mom when she is alive....talk to her frequently and openly.....be her best friend...because you wont get somebody more suitable for that position with such a lot of experiences...;-)


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Mean Moms


Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent,
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:


I loved you enough to ask where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for
two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children
must learn that their parents aren't per fect..

I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents,
you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean?

I know mine was.
We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast,
we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.

When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch,
we had to eat sandwiches.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You'd think we were convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were
and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would
be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it,
but she had the nerve to break
the Child Labor Laws by making us work.

We had to wash the dishes, make the beds,
learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry,
empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.


I think she would lie awake at night
thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers,
she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends
just honk the horn when they
drove up they had to come up to
the door so she could meet them.


Because of our mother we missed out
on lots of things other kids experienced.

None of us have ever been caught
shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any
crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all
educated, honest adults. We are doing our best
to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!


ENJOY BEEING WITH A MOM!