Youth’s Reflection: Beloved Mother |
![]() Youth’s Reflection: Beloved Mother One night I was reading books at night. One neighboring aunty was making bread in a nearby house. Its smell was blowing in the air that entered into my nose. I uttered before my sister if I could eat hot bread with potatoes fried now. Ah! What was fun! My wish entered into my mother's ears that I understood after a couple of hours when I saw my mother appeared in front of me with potatoes fried and hot bread. Frankly, I ate some loaves of bread with fun that day. This incident may have been forgotten like thousands of other events but I did not forget it. It took place on the memorial page in my heart when I came to know that day mother request Aunty two breads for me but she refused my mother without bread. Then mother borrowed flour from another house and made bread for me. Even today, when I remember that day my eyes are to be filled with tears. While studying at the University, my mother had been suffering from brain stroke in the hospital. After two days she died. My father could not accept the unexpected death of mother in premature age. The father became alone in the family. Loneliness excruciated him. He suffered from severe pain. Without ending the year the father went to my mother. In the absence of parents, we, brothers and sisters also became helpless. We are all established today by their endless supplications. Only anguish is that parents could not see it. Administrative Officer, Ministry of Public Administration |