​A Letter to my Mom. 

Dear Mom..

You are the true love who means to me everything. The love you dedicate are tireless, marvelous, pure, true, magnificent and forever. Your smiles are too real and your talks bestow me the ultimate peace of soul. 

You always cross my every single moment with peace, comfort and compassion. The light can only shine through your presence and every care you share paves many rising ways – i for too long have been dreaming for. 

Dear mom – you are the true face of the heaven and the ultimate beauty on this earth. You are the supreme lover, love your children like no one else can ever do. In your presence, the air speaks of nobility – filled with fresh fragrance brought from the heaven – lightening my path and swallowing my darkness. You never seem tired of selfless care and, though ageless.   

Dear Mom – you are the spirit I dare to dream and dare to breath. You dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to my heart when I am helpless, feel down, devastated, hated and disappointed. I feel too powerful with you and truly loved.  With your warm and kind smiles, I always find reasons to fight the battle, even that is too heavy in scale and too gloomy when it is looming.

Since we are born till we are cradled in the chariot of death – we come across many different relationships. But couldn’t be as pure, caring and unconditional as of a mother. 

Some are just for the time being – some are to hardly betray – some are to ruthlessly abandon in our most difficult time when we need their shoulders to lean more and their hands to hold for sure. 

There is only one being who surpasses the true love, true care and affection of anyone related to you. She is none other than you “The Mother”. The love of mother can never be replaced nor can one compare it. It is a god gifted blessing which can never be bought or sold. 

A mother’s ageless love and care cannot be exemplified in any measurable way. She takes every step so gently and carefully when she has a child in her womb so that not to bother her child from its deep sleep. She seeks every good food in order to make sure her child stays healthy and is fed well. This divine depth of a mother’s love is simply immeasurable and beyond our thoughts. 

Dear mom – you are the one ….. and only one i wish to take my last breath in your arms that is the most peaceful, comfortable and caring ensconce where I can have a tranquil rest. It is the most peaceful home I can ever have. 

I miss you more than ever mom! 
Forever Yours, 

Your Son.

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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