THE ANGEL

The Quran says there are angels all around us... Around you… Around me... Guiding us through the right path and keeping us away from evils... But we can’t see them... But tell you what guys... I have seen an angel! An angel who is very close to me... An angel who has been with me from the day ZERO... It’s my mum. My sweet mum! Speaking about her... Well, I really don’t have words to describe her. She is one heaven of a mother. Am her first child. I was lucky enough to have my mum’s complete love and attention till the age of 6. Then my brother came. Even though I was very happy the first few months, slowly my feelings became a mixture of jealousy (because my mum spent too much time with him) and of course my love was being shared. I didn’t like the scenario a bit. My mum was (and still is!) very fond of my brother. Maybe it goes with the fact that mothers have more liking to their sons. Whatever!


My mum and I were never really close to each other. I mean we were close. But that was in the theoretical sense. We never had that bond between us which many of my friends always boasted about. I never used to feel home with her. Yes, she would listen to my news, would accompany me wherever I went and of course did everything for me. But we lacked that specific chemistry between us. I wanted her to understand me like no one else does. I wanted her to support me 24x7. I wanted her to hold my hands and guide me through the darkness. I wanted her to wipe away my tears when I cried. In short I wanted her to be my friend. But she never got time. She was always busy with one thing or another. I resented her attitude towards me. I resented myself. I resented my whole existence. There were times when I hated myself even. I felt dejected. But I loved her. I loved her with all my heart.


I would never say (wont dare to say!) that my mum didn’t love me. She loved me a lot. She cared for me like no one ever would. But she didn’t spend time with me. After I joined hostel, we barely talked. Either I was busy or she was. But that’s all past. The status of my relationship with my mum changed dramatically in the last few weeks. It happened quite unexpectedly. I made my mum cry! I have never quite forgiven myself since that incident. I did a grave mistake by making her cry. All I could do to rectify the mistake was to cry along with her. We talked a lot that night. I lay on her chest and talked till my throat was sore.


I never had the guts to look up at her face and speak out my heart. But I wanted to show my love for her. Mum… If you ever read this… Just know… I LOVE YOU. You are a treasure to me. A gift to me from the great God. I love you mum…