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A Tiring Life
A Mother’s Love Does Not Get Tired Of The Vicissitudes Of Life
She was thinking that such mothers are probably in every house, but such sons are found only by the lucky ones.
While walking on the muddy road, she wiped the drops of sweat on her forehead with her dupatta, fitted the slippers coming out of her feet again, moved her little son from one side to the other, and put her hand on the doorbell of the most beautiful house on the side of the road. After convincing her son, she went to work on the interior of the house. She had been working in the same house for the last 10 years. Her four children grew up on the same verandah, waiting for their mother.
He was her youngest and last child. After two or three hours, of working from the house, she again lifted her son on one side of her back, as if the waves of pain started flowing from the joints of the body, but now her speed was not slow. Rather, the steps were very fast, thinking to the shopper in her hands, in which the mistress of the big house had put broken pieces of broken biscuits, chips, small pieces of eaten chocolate, pizza, and a little macaroni-like food for her children.
Despite being refreshed every day, her steps were slow, and she was very fast despite being tired on the way back. The reason for the rapidity of her steps was the glow on the faces of her children, which was in the hands of the mother. While walking, she quickly moved her son from one side to the other and started to cross the road, looking carefully at both sides. She had just stepped on the road when the bike coming from the right side hit her hard and she fell on the road in the middle of the road.
She just thought that Ahmad would not get hurt and the bag of food would not fall from her hand. How much she had hurt herself with this precaution. Mom didn’t have time to figure it out. She quickly got up, holding her son and the shopper, and started walking in a fast-paced manner to reach home. She made Ahmad sit on a broken cot, and the food shopper held her elder daughter.
No worries; I’m all right. All of you eat this food; see how much delicious food Madam has sent today. Having said this, she went into the small bathroom without a roof and without a door and began to clean her wounds. She tied a dupatta on her head and lay down on the mat in the corner of the room, and she did not know when she got to sleep.
Her husband woke her up in the morning. If you don’t go to work, the madam will be angry. She opened her eyes and looked at her husband, then closed her eyes again. Maybe yesterday’s injury was now showing its effect. She didn’t have any courage. She thought about what would happen if she took a day off work. Thinking this, she fell asleep again, and then her eyes were opened again due to the crying of her young children, who were crying for not getting food.
The children were adamant that they had to eat the same food that they got from the madam’s home. The cry of the children was not seen by her; she dragged herself hard, opened the cloth tied to her head, spread it all over her body, and went out. About 10 years later, the same street and the same house had almost the same people.
While sitting on a broken cot next to the wall inside the house, the sound of children’s cries was heard in the house. With the ringing of the bicycle, all the children leaped towards the door. Father came, father came. Ahmad stood next to the bicycle wall, put his hands in the pockets of his dirty shirt, and distributed the food to his children. What’s inside the bag in your hand? Give us this also to eat; it’s not for you.
I have distributed among you what I brought for your food; do not bother me! After saying this, he turned towards the water tap, washed his hands well, and at the same time washed the bunch of grapes in the plastic bag by pouring water inside the bag, lifted the helpless existence lying on the cot, and then started putting a grain of grapes in her mouth.
The old woman’s body had just eaten a few grains and Ahmad’s hand stopped. Mom, dear mom, I brought these grapes for you. the doctor has said. If you feed your mother with grapes, she will be healthy. Ahmad insisted well, son, I just ate a lot. Despite Ahmad’s insistence, this old mother refused to eat grapes. Ahmad distributed grapes among the children and went to work a double shift so that he could arrange medicine and fruits for the mother along with the expenses of the children.
But now Ahmad was not riding on his mother’s side. Now Ahmad had taken up the duty of serving his mother. His mother had taken care of the food for her children. Today she quenches her hunger for the hunger of Ahmed’s children, so how can Ahmad eat full stomach? He exhausts himself to feed the mother and his children, and the mother is lying on the cot with tears in her eyes, thinking that such mothers are probably in every house, but such sons are found only by the lucky ones.
