Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

When our beloved Miss Editor told me that I need to write something for OUR blog, I kept on thinking, what should I write about? Life? There are tonnes of things that I can write about life. But something happened last Monday (if I’m not mistaken), whilst having our Sahur.

My Ibu, Ayah and I were sitting at the table just after Azan, and my mom was thinking what she should cook for Iftar later that evening. Suddenly I felt weird and blurted, “Ibu x boring ke masak hari-hari?”

I sort of wished I took it back. Because after saying that, then I thought, how ungrateful I am as a daughter.

My Ibu cooks everyday, I cook once a week, and only in the UK, but I whine when I have to cook.

My Ibu cleans the house, cleans my toilet, and my room. But when she asks me to clean my own toilet and my own room, I whined and complained.

My Ibu picks up my little sister everyday using our old car, under the hot blazing sun everyday. But when she asks me to help, I’ll only drive her there, without going out of the car to walk for 1 minute under the hot blazing sun. She didn’t complain.

My Ibu irons my Ayah’s shirt everyday for his work. I didn’t help because I told her that I don’t know how to (excuses!).  She didn’t complain.

I left the house for usrah, daurah and all sorts of programmes, leaving all the housework undone, yet Ibu did not whine. She knows that all the programmes will do me benefit.

But I forgot. In the midst of my so-called geared-up tarbiyah, I forgot that righteousness towards parents is a virtue of a Muslim. A must-have criterion for those who want to achieve the 10 Muwasafat Tarbiyah. How can I consider myself to be good when everytime my Ibu asks me for a favour, I turned away, I whined, and I complained?

Astaghfirullahalazim…

Hmm… I guess, in a battle Mother vs Daughter, the Daughter will never win. Because Allah s.w.t has given the mother the glory even when the daughter is still in the womb.

O Allah, I pray for my Ibu, and all mothers in the world, the bounty that You have promised – a seat by Your side, and the magnificence of Jannah…ameen..

[note: I’m picking up my Ibu after this, not complaining, but with lots of love for her *wink*]

LittleMoon