My mother's condition worsened until she parted this life. That is when sadness came into our lives. I, the oldest, was only 12 years and now held many responsibilities. My little sister, now six months was left to be raised in the home of my maternal grandparents.
We used to go to school but we did not have anyone to ask us what we had studied, how we had studied, or what we needed. There was no one to buy us our basic supplies such as pens and notebooks. If my pen was lost or broken I would have to beg for days before someone would buy me another. I used to write my Arabic lessons and Mathematic lessons in one small notebook.
If one of us was sick, we wouldn't receive much care because we were a lot of children and our grandmother was busy with more important things. My poor youngest brother, Majid, was forgotten to be circumcised until the age of six. He still remembers the exact details of what happened. Most of the many tears I shed were not as much for myself as for my brothers and sisters' hardships.
My grandmother wanted my father to remarry so that she would have somebody helping her with the housework and with the children. My father did marry but it was not as she had expected. The new wife stayed with my father in another apartment alone. My poor grandmother had wanted my father to marry so that her workload would lessen, but nothing improved at all. They divorced shortly after because of their lack of compatibility.
Our grandmother grew even more old and was not able to care for 6 children. This time my father wanted to marry, and he chose a girl 19 years old. This resulted in two more girls in the house, but it did not improve our situation. She bared the responsibility of herself and her husband (my father) only.
My grandmother wanted to give my father's new wife a chance to know us so that she could stay with us, and for my father to bare the responsibility of his children (us), so she traveled overseas to visit her other son (my uncle). Those were the worst days, for we felt orphaned in our hearts. We missed her so and wanted someone who would ask about us, love and care for us. Our grandmother returned after about 3 months because she missed us so much.
Anyways, we grew up through everything, but a mother is always a friend to her daughters, advising them, informing them, and teaching them how to cook, clean, etc..
The time for our marriage came, the time of happiness for girls, the time of misery for orphans. We did not find anyone who would take us shopping for beautiful clothes even though money was available. The mother is the one who ensures her daughter has a proper marriage . She's the one who tells the father what her daughter needs for a wedding. As for us we did not find somebody to guide us. We were never shown how to maintain a home, prepare meals or even bake cookies as most girls do at a young age. This resulted in facing ridicules and insults from our in-laws. We did not have beautiful clothes as a new bride may, and this also made us unaccepted among our husbands' families. The suffering of an orphan is not only at a young age, the effects last a lifetime.
Even now we need someone to tell our problems to, and listen to us. We are not able to express all of our issues to our dear grandmother because she is old in age and sick. What we needed in our lives was love, mercy and someone to care about us. My siblings and I used to hate holidays and celebrations, we did not feel any happiness in them. We were jealous of the neighbors' children because they had mothers who protected them and were always there to look out for their needs. Even now that we are married we still need a mother to visit us and help us when we are about to have a baby. Only Allah (SWT) knows how much difficulties my siblings and I face during our lives.
A mother is a treasure whose value is known only to those who have lost her. To all those whose mothers are still living, I advise them to appreciate their mother. Respect her and remember always that paradise lies under her feet. The Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said, "Paradise lies under the mothers' feet."
A mother is the most caring creature on Earth. She cared for you when you were young so care for her when she is old. Your mother deserves to be kissed on her foot not hand. I salute all moms, and especially my precious and beloved grandmother, Ma Azouza.