I love you, mom
Mom, I love you with all my heart
Even though my words don’t begin to describe how much I love you, I want you to know this anyway…
Just the thought of you can bring a tear to my eye, a smile to my face, and the most thankful feeling I’ll ever have to my heart.
The blessings that come from you are the most beautiful things in my life…
There have been so many times when you have felt just like a gentle sunrise shining for me, sending wonderful wishes my way, warming my soul, inspiring my days and lifting up my spirit.
Mom, you are just too wonderful for words. I love you and I always will with all my heart forever.
Being a Mother Is a Hard Job. This all important job comes with little or no training. There’s no license or degree to certify you are properly educated and skillfully prepared to do the job…
Unlike most careers, motherhood is one full of emotional ups and downs. No one is more important than those you are in charge of.
When difficult times seem overwhelming and you wonder whatever possessed you to become a parent in the first place, remember: the answer is love…
It’s love that will see you through every heartache and worry. Love will soothe, kiss and hug away fears and sadness.
This kind of love never disappears, even when everything else seems to – because the love of a mother is the only kind guaranteed to be unconditional and never ending.
When I look at you, Mom… I see a remarkable woman with a kind and caring heart who is beautiful in every sense of the word… I see a smile that lights up the room, laughter that is truly contagious and strength and wisdom beyond anything I have ever known.
You are everything wonderful in this world and if I had just one wish it would be that you could see what I see when I look at you.
Mother, you are the greatest gift of my life. I don’t recall the first time you held me or when I first heard your voice. But from the first moment you held me in your arms you made the most selfless choice…
You choose to change your busy life so my life could begin. You were shelter from the rain; on you, I could depend.
You held my hand when i was afraid and helped me to mend my first broken heart. I still remember that very day when you bandaged my wounds, wiped my tears, and kept me from falling apart… In my old bedroom… At Yishun…
You loved me without question, no matter what I did. You shaped me into a confident adult from such an awkward kid. Even though you’re not always right beside me now, your love is matched by no other. And I thank Allah each day for His greatest gift: making you my mother.
The love We share is Forever. The love we share as mother and child is a bond of the strongest kind. It is a love of the present, interwoven with memories of the past and dreams of the future…
The Love we share is strengthened by overcoming obstacles together. It is having pride in each other and knowing that our love can withstand anything. It is sacrifice and tears, laughter and hugs.
It is understanding, patience, and believing in each other. It is wanting only the best for each other and wanting to help anytime there is a need. It is unconditional, forever kind of love.
Mom, if I could, I’d give you the world… I wish I could build you that dream home you’ve always wanted. I would fill it with your favourite people and your happiest memories…
I wish I could take back all those times when I hurt your feelings or let you down. I would exchange then with words like “I Love You”, or “I’m so glad you’re my mom.”
I wish I could guarantee that we’d have all the tomorrows we’d ever want and all the time we’d need to celebrate and enjoy our great relationship…
But I can’t build you your dream home or change the past or predict the future. So I will just tell you how much I love the person you are.
You’ve had an unforgettable, wonderful influence on my life, and I am very glad that you’re my mother.
A mother’s love is one of a kind. Only once in your life will someone so special walk in front of you and prepare the way for a better future.
Only once will there be a person who cares enough to say “no” but is enthusiastic enough to say “yes” whenever is possible.
Only once will you have the opportunity to be loved by someone who could never love you more than she does every day. A mother’s love is indeed one of a kind.
Mother, you are such a wonderful person. The examples of your love will always live big in my heart. I understand better now how hard you worked, saved, and sacrificed for our family so our lives would be better…
I appreciate your sensitivity and compassion, and I am thankful for the lessons I continue to learn from you.
To say you’re a great mother is an understatement, but I also want you to know that I think you’re a sweet and wonderful person.
My mother, for as long as I can remember she has been by my side to give me support, to give me confidence, to give me help..
For as long as I can remember she had always been the person I looked up to so strong, so sensitive, so pretty
For as long as I can remember and still today she is everything a mother should be.
For as long as I can remember she had always provided stability within our family full of laughter, full of tears, full of love.
So much of what I have become is because of you and I want you to know that I appreciate you, thank you and love you more than words can express.. Nobody else in this world can see what I see in you or able to understand how I look at things and how much I love you and have doubts on you and may be against you, they know nothing and they are nothing to me.
The bond between mother and child is a special one. It remains unchanged by time or distance…
It is the purest love – unconditional and true. It is understanding of any situation and forgiving of any mistake.
It is knowing that no matter where you go or who you are, there is someone who truly loves you and is always there to support and console you…
It is always there – anytime, anywhere – whenever it is needed. It is a gift held in the heart and in the soul, and it cannot be taken away or exchanged for another.
To possess this love is a treasure that makes life more valuable.
I love you momma – this wonderful speech expresses my deep appreciation for a mother who has inspires, encourages and nurtures me with constant love and support….
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seriously from the bottom of my heart, I am very sad, depressed and disturbed by how people in this world operates. Full of cruelty, politics, greed, agenda, selfish, hatred… Too many deaths, too many people in this world attacking each other. I am really desperate for answers. What are our world leaders doing? What are you doing Obama? What are the Muslim leaders doing? Who the hell are you ISIS? What are you Israelis doing to Palestinian – why do you take away someone’s else home? What are you Americans doing in Iraq? What are you guys attacking each other? What’s up with all these wars? What are you guys fighting for? Why are you all doing this to one another? What do you get? Money, power, authority, recognition, gas, oil, what else? All of you will leave this world one day and you can’t bring them to your grave… Why can’t we live in peace? Who start all this war? What triggers everything? What the heck is going on? Where is your humanity? What is this?! Killing, beheading, bombing, shooting, raping, robbing, abusing etc… I am so so so desperate. Just end this world, Allah. All of us don’t deserve to live… Just end it!
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Just to travel across to help all the needy ones….
Following up with the Gaza Charity. Even though it was a depressing one and 80% of the amount was from my pocket money and my husband’s, I am so thankful to be able to raise S$3,000. Honestly, S$3,000 is not much. It’s half in Jordan Dollars. A box of medicated eye drop costs 70 Jordan Dollars. 1 Jordan dollar can’t even help any family to buy a meal.. or even a kilo of rice. And I’m disgusted with myself for buying stuffs I don’t need or buying stuffs which I already have and wanted more… :S
I am so thankful that Allah crossed path between me and dear Nerden – a young compassionate Palestinian girl who is living between US, Jordan and Palestine. If not for the technology, not for FB, not for her post status on Palestine – Israel recent war crimes, not for someone random who shared her status, not for my courage to message her on FB, and really if it’s not for Allah, I / all of us who donated would have not been given the opportunity to help all these deserving families.
I hope that Allah will open up more of people’s eyes and hearts to help. For those individuals who have been suspicious and negative about this charity – May Allah instil compassion in you.
So where does the blessed money goes to?
Qouted by Nerden:
This is the home of the first family, their home is not the biggest issue. It’s that the man of the house is raising many children alone and his father who lives with him is a quadriplegic meaning he is disabled from all 4 limbs, his wife went blind during pregnancy and they have no money for medical assistance and the husband who is working for a small wage often can not work because his wife and father who live with him cant do everything around the house because of their disability. They werent too keen on me taking a picture of them so I just snapped this of the kitchen. I gave the woman 100 dinars for her family and kids so her husband has enough to put food on the table while not neglecting his family to work and I gave the quadriplegic 50 dinars for his medical needs.
Qouted By Nerden:
This is the second family – I took a picture of the medicine and doctors papers for proof of his sickness. This man is extremely sick, to the point where all his diseases landed him in a coma in the hospital unable to take care of his many many children. Even now finding work is extremely difficult because he needs to take breaks from work often to tend to his medical needs otherwise he could die and he wouldnt be able to take care of his children. He cant afford to pay for his medicine for this reason, and his life can easily be gone any time leaving all his kids without any breadwinner. He suffers from type 1 diabetes and high kidney creatinine levels, without treatment soon he may have to begin dialysis which would put him in even more danger of fatality and of course he won’t be able to afford dialysis. I gave them 200JD just enough to get the medicine he needs now and work to save money for more.
By the way the reason these people are not helped or insured by the government in jordan is because they hold either Gazan ID or are known officially as Palestinians so Jordan does not consider them “real” citizens of their country and deny them help.
Qouted by Nerden:
This is another family they didnt want me to take a picture of the whole family but just the man who is sick. The women in the photos are my aunt and her friend who went with me and showed me these people. This man is bedridden he suffers from an extreme case of parkinsons whenever he stands up or moves he starts shaking like crazy and is in extreme pain so he literally just lies around to cope with it. Because of this he can’t work or make money for his family at all. The unrwa gives them only 7 dinars every 3 months which can probably buy you one meal at mcodonalds. It’s pitiful how low they give them. There is no treatment for his disease but his wife and kids need money to eat..
Qouted by Nerden:
This is another family, a widow with several children. Their kichen is so small it fits one person, their bathroom smells sooo bad because of plumbing issues it steeps into the whole house. She tries to work to feed her kids but she has limited opportunities. Shes very creative and makes chocolate and soaps in different shapes and builds swings and plants in unconventional places to sell because she has no money to put her talent to use in making items that are in demand, she needs startup money because she wants to work and support herself and I gave her 150.
Qouted by Nerden:
This family’s house is so terrible, I don’t even know if you can call it a house there is no tiles on the floor the sidewalks is actually a better floor than theirs and they have no ceiling just either just wood or metal on top of them. theres no man in the family to make money only an old woman who lives with her widowed daughter who also has a disease that prevents her from work. but this last family that I sent you picture of I gave them 300. some people i felt so bad for i added extra from me even though i alredy went and distributed my money 4 times this summer in jordan and Palestine.
My Aunt and her friend who works in unrwa, she doesnt like their practices because they give such little money to these families in need, but since she works for the unrwa she know which families need the most help and she shows them to us. this isn’t a part of her work, it’s basically like under the table because she doesn’t encoutage giving to organizations that give the money majority to their employees and pay them in the thousands while neglecting these families. alhamdulillah bless you for your kindness as well these families were making so much duaa for you.
Qouted by Nerden: This is another house, another widowed woman just trying to put food on the table for her kids. Plumbing issues make diseases easily spread here as you can see in one of the images water leaks so much it rots and ruins the tiles they also have no ceiling so they are practically living in the street bc theres no cooling or heating system
Qouted by Nerden: another widow with children, her son is autistic and just stands around in the corner all day without any treatment or help because they cant afford it. these mattresses on the floor are their beds.
These are Palestinians in Jordan who managed to escape from their dreadful life in Palestine. These are refugees. These are widows who lost their husband, these are kids who lost their fathers…
I can’t sleep thinking about them. I have to do something about it…
I can only post this portion as an article in my blog as most of the conversations are sensitive for Arab culture and I don’t wish to jeopardise anyone involved..
By the way, thank you to Omaimah, Samah, Sabariah, Lisa, Tahira, Nuraini, Wendy, my mom, my husband for your kind help. May Allah return to you seventy folds and May Allah bless you all kind souls.
And thank you Shalina for sharing the charity work to your colleague.
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Current Mood: Confused & Sad
On this very day – Allah has opened up my eyes than he already has.
It was a great disappointment to know that people I was expecting to donate did not utter a single word or offer any help and the people whom i least expected to donate come forward to me. Even the non Muslims and poor average people come forward to me. While the people I was expecting and putting hopes condemning and try to scare you and influence others not to.
I can only say I am frustrated, disappointed and really losing hope in humanity.
When a fellow Muslim brother or sister needs our help, we just seem to be so good and very quick to mistrust and disqualify.
“All this bullshit is propaganda”
“This must be a scam”
“They can go to the charities and get help”
“The Mosque can take care of them.”
“I have my own bills to pay and mouths to feed.”
“I gave last week.”
“Why are they on the streets?”
Rather than telling ourselves that these people are our own, or that maybe one day, we might be homeless and in need of a hand, we distance ourselves. We do not only assume we are totally sane and more dignified than the “needy”, we dehumanize our own mankind. It is sick and leaves me really sad.
We tend to automatically trust the middle class, well-dressed people while dismissing others. We mistrust over and over again. Little do we know that the mosques are not always so welcoming and ready to take in everyone. And that those charities might not always recognize everyone in need. And that when you give in charity, it is never a loss. And that when a brother or sister in Islam needs our help, we should be running to do whichever we can because it is ultimately us helping ourselves and giving us a step away from hell-fire.
‘Adi bin Hatim (May Allah be pleased with him)reported:
Messenger of Allah (swt) said,
“Everyone of you will speak to his Rabb without an interpreter between them. He will look to his right side and will see only the deeds he had previously done; he will look to his left and will see only the deeds he had previously done, and he will look in front of him and will see nothing but Fire (of Hell) before his face. So protect yourselves from Fire (of Hell), even by giving half a date- fruit (in charity)”.
[Al-Bukhari and Muslim]
Why have our hearts hardened so much? Why have we become so clouded by privilege that we cannot see that our blessings are not our work, but Allah’s. Why don’t we see ourselves in our fellow humans?
I’m sorry. This wasn’t as positive as I hoped it would be. I’m just really upset.
May Allah always keep our hearts pure and filled with noor and love ameen…
I cannot imagine how Uncle Jaffar go through with all the criticisms and the eyes and assumption on his work.
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Working from home has its perk even though I am not a big fan of this flexibility. Only for the month of Ramadhan, I take it as an acception. In fact, in all these years, in recruitment especially, this is my first time working from home (2 days in a week, 3 days half day in office). Due to family commitments and lack of support, I am left with no choice. Family comes first. I will do anything for my family. But really a big thanks and appreciation for my boss – Andy Evans. I have never come across such an understanding and kind boss. Such a humble, down to earth, understanding and kind man he is. God Bless that man and his family!
Today I am heavily multi tasking. Working from home, helping my husband business in uploading and creating all marketing stuffs, talking to clients and candidates, managing my staffs from home, managing my desk, cleaning the house, oh yes cooking later, taking care of family affairs and today just for today I was given a task by my beloved husband to take over his “monkey” which he created.
I wasn’t really sure to laugh or to scold him. I appreciate his intention of helping me but there are many other things to help me at home. But it’s ok, I still love you. Like what Semantha (one of my consultant always loves to say) – Cute. My husband is cute. Not only he is cute cute like really cute. But cute in a sarcastic way – like WTH Cute.
Here are some photos of the additional “monkey” he added on to my To-Do List.
So that’s the story. Teni actually wanted to prep the house for Eid festival. So he “cutely” (no such word i know) wash all the pillows in the WASHING MACHINE (not sure whether it was delicate spin mode because he ruined some of my clothes by always choosing Heavy Duty Mode! and I am still a nice wife) and he didn’t realised that the pillow cushions has holes and the whole house was full of feathers flying around (because he lifted the washer lid – can you imagine the chaos he created while I was at work in office last 2 days) and he was in panic mode. He picked up all the feathers one by one hahaha (he was convinced that by vacuuming or sweeping will caused dirts in between the feathers) and he was so scared that I will scold him, he quickly sew the pillows and put all the feathers back in it. However he failed and was frustrated, he drove to his parents place to sew the wet pillow with the sewing machine and fetched me from office (half day remember?) and he didn’t tell me the story until I got home.
I was praising him that he helped me with the chores. He confessed and told me the story and my face go blank. To make it worse, the past 2 days was not sunny at all and the smell from the pillows/ feathers turned bad as if we are in chicken poultry farm. The pillows smell were so disgusting and he washed it again last night. I told him to stop but he refused as he was affected with the smell for the fact that he did a “bad cute job” (now you get my cute means?). My husband has been so obsessed with the pillows for the past 48 hours. SO today, in order not to make him feel even worse, I went downstairs at the swimming pool where the sun is and put on my thickest skin ever and chill by the side, multi tasking – blogging, emailing, calling, designing, just hanged up phone with Semantha about PRC (potential recruitment consultant) and all eyes on me from the neighbours, security guards and cleaners.
So embarrassing you know…..
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