Youth Awareness











M … is for the million things she gave me,

O… means only that she’s growing old,

T… is for the tears she shed to save me,

H… is for her heart of purest gold;

E… is for her eyes, with love-light shining,

R… means right, and right she’ll always be.

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me.

In the U.S. Mothers’ Day is a holiday celebrated on second Sunday in May. It is a day when children honor their mothers with cards, gifts, and flowers. First observance in Philadelphia, Pa. in 1907, it is based on suggestions by Julia Ward Howe in 1872 and Anna Jarvis in 1907.

Although it wasn’t celebrated in the U.S. until 1908, there were days honoring mothers even in the days of ancient Greece. In those days, however, it was Rhea, the Mother of the gods that was given honor.

Later, in the 1600’s, in England there was an annual observance called “Mothering Sunday.” It was celebrated during Lent, on the fourth Sunday. On Mothering Sunday, the servants, who generally lived with their employers, were encouraged to return home and honor their mothers. It was traditional for them to bring a special cake along to celebrate the occasion.

In the U.S., in 1908 Ana Jarvis, from Grafton, West Virginia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day. Jarvis persuaded her mother’s church in Grafton, West Virginia to celebrate Mother’s Day on the anniversary of her mother’s death. A memorial service was held there on May 10, 1908 and in Philadelphia the following year where Jarvis moved.

Jarvis and others began a letter-writing campaign to ministers, businessmen, and politicians in their quest to establish a national Mother’s Day. They were successful. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother’s Day a national observance that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May.

Many other countries of the world celebrate their own Mother’s Day at different times throughout the year. Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium celebrate Mother’s Day on the second Sunday in May, as in the U.S.

A Poem for those who don’t have the pleasant gift of God i.e Mother. 

میری امی میری جنت

میں اک ننھا سا بچہ تھا ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میں کچھ بہی کر نہ سکتا تھا
مگر میں تجھ کو پیارا تھا ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ تیری آنکھوں کا تارہ تھا
خود جاگتی مجھے سلاتی تھی ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی

سوچا تھا :-
نہ ہو گی تجھ میں جب طاقت ۔ ۔ ۔ رکھوں گا تجھ سے میں الفت
دوں گا تجھ کو بڑی راحت ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ اٹھاؤں گا میں تیری خدمت
جو خدمت تو اٹھاتی تھی ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی

مگر :-
یک دم روٹھ کے تو چلی گئی ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ اس فانی دنیا سے جاوداں دنیا
نہ خدمت تو نے مجھ سے لی ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ نہ میں کندھا دے سکا تجھ کو
کہاں ڈھونڈوں تیری ممتا ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی
مقام آخرت تیرا ہے جنت ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ اس دنیا میں تھی تو میری جنت
جو نہ دے سکا میں تجھ کو ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ وہ پھول تیری لحد پہ برساتا ہوں
اپنی بیچارگی پرآنسو بہاتا ہوں ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی
تیری قبر کے سرہانے تھا بیٹھا ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ تیری روح آ کے گذر گئی
پھیلی چار سو مہک گلاب کی ۔ ۔ ۔ میری روح معطّر ہو گئی
نہ تجھے دیکھ سکا نہ بول سکا ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی
تیری دعاؤں سے جیتا تھا ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ تیری دعاؤں سے پھلتا تھا
تیری دعاؤں کے بل بوتے ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میں کسی سے نہ ڈرتا تھا
اب بز دل بن گیا ہوں میں ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی
اب صبح سویرے کون جگائیگا ۔ ۔ ۔ آیات قرآنی مجھے کون سناۓ گا
تحمل و سادگی کون سکھاۓ گا ۔ ۔ ۔ تجھ بن کچھ بھی نہ بھاۓ گا
وللہ مجھے اپنے پاس لے جاؤ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ میری امّی میری امّی

Here is translation for those who do not know Urdu though it may not convey the correct feelings

My Mom . . . My Paradise

When I was a little child . . . And I couldn’t do a thing
I was dear to you . . . . . . . . And was star of your eyes
You used to keep awake . . . Just to ensure my sleep
My mom My Mom

I thought

When you will be weak . . . . . I will love you as much
I will keep you very happy . . . . I will serve you well
The way you served me . . . . . . My mom My Mom

But

You left me so hurriedly . . . . . . From mortal to the immortal world
Neither you let me serve you . . . Nor could I attend you funeral
Where will I find your love . . . . . My mom My Mom
Paradise is your destiny . . . . . . You were my Paradise in this world
I was unable to present you . . . Those flowers I spread on your grave
And I cry with helplessness . . . . My mom My Mom
While sitting by your grave . . . . . I felt you soul passed by
Fragrance of roses spread . . . . . Refreshing my soul
Couldn’t see you nor speak to . . . My mom My Mom
I lived with your prayers . . . . . . . . I grew with your prayers
It was due to your prayers . . . . . . That I was never scared
Now I am becoming coward . . . . My mom My Mom
Who will awake me at dawn . . . . Who will recite to me Qur’aan
Who will teach me simplicity N patience . . Nothing attracts me without you
Request you take me along . . . . My mom My Mom

Translation

I yearn for my mother’s bread
and my mother’s coffee
and my mother’s touch
and childhood grows within me
day upon breast of day,
and I love my life
because if I died
I’d be ashamed of my mother’s tears… Aaaaah of my mother’s tears.

Take me, mother, if one day I return,
As a veil for your eye brows.
and cover my bones with grass
that has been baptised in the purity of your heel
And tie me to you
with a lock of hair
with a thread that trails
in the train of your dress.

May be I’d become a god,
a god I’d become
if I touched the depths of your heart.

Mother… mother.. Mother…

Put me, if I didn’t return,
as firewood in your stove,
as a clothesline on your rooftop,
for I have lost resolve
without your prayer, your daily prayer.
Aaaaaaah…. Aaaaaah…

I have grown old
so bring me back the stars of childhood,
that I may share with the young birds
the road of return
to the nest of your waiting.

Mother… Mother… Mother…

My Mother Audio File

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Usman Ali says:

My mother’s Love & directions are like a Fuel to me, which enables me to achieve many things in my life



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