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Before I get into this post I just wanted to let you know
that most mother’s days begin the same in my household, I awake, kiss my mum
and embrace her with a hug. Which is a rarity, because my mum to be quite
honest isn’t a kissy-huggy of type of person.
But this year, Mother’s Day means a whole lot more to me.
This morning as I was brewing a pot of Lebanese coffee for my mum I had a many
thoughts running through my mind. You see, this week started off just great, it
was my birthday; I spent a lovely afternoon dining with my mother and sisters,
followed by a calorie induced coma on Monday during work hours. But on Tuesday
my family awoke to the horrible news that a very dear friend of ours had passed
away. Now I’m not going to write a Eulogy, but I will say this, today two
little girls won’t have the opportunity to celebrate Mother’s Day with their
incredible mum. But they do have an amazing Grandmother and a brood of Aunties
and Uncles by their side.
Without sounding too philosophical, life can end with a
blink of an eye. So please keep your petty problems aside. Hug your friends and
family members a little tighter and always let them know that despite your
differences they are an important part of your life.
I would like to leave you all with a poem I wrote for my mum
whilst on the train about two weeks ago.
Yes because clearly that’s when the creativity bug kicks in…
She is the first person one might form a relationship with, the person
who introduces you to love, guidance and affection. And will probably continue
to do so until her dying day. She has the right to raise her voice, yet demand
respect only minutes later.
Her almond shaped eyes I have inherited, her clever antics I have
adopted, but most importantly her genuine love I have treasured.
This lost soul could search near and far, cross-countries and
continents, but no other person will compare. She's certainly not the epitome
of perfection, nor can she be counted as below average. But hey, she's my mama,
my one and only confidante!
When others have mistreated this child, she has been there to announce
that my foolishness was evident, but there beside me, time and time again I
felt her strong fingers grasp the tips of my fingers.
I would spare anything if it were to shield me from her look of
disappointment. Many a slippers were dodged, as we're silly chores my sisters
were made to do.
One woman, felt her feet at heavens doors many times before, yet God
continues to give her strength and bless both her family and friends with her
existence. Zeina Moustafa, Mama, I love you.
Happy Mothers day!!
Wogarella Xx
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