My Yellow Queen

                                       My Yellow Queen

If we ever find time and see the gifts from God , then our eyes will stop at the face of our lovely mothers.

Mother is the most presious gift of God for us.

Well I don’t quite know ‘ I was just remembering my mother today who died almost three years back in 2008.

I still remember that whenever I was angry or in any trouble and with all the anxiety when I used to came back home ‘ the whole pain used to vanished away as I see my mother’s face .

I might not be able to understand my mother’s problems but besides all this she always used to gave me such a chilly smile so that all my distractions and pains fired away .

Same is must be the case with you people ‘ because that’s the only beautiful gift in common between us that we share !

Well

 Did anyone of you ever got beaten by your mother ? :)

Oh yes , everyone must be  !

Well once I did some mistake and it was such a serious mistake that my mother stand me up on some table and blow me up with some harsh words so that I can feel ashamed of what I did.so well my mom got angry and I as usual did not care as childs used to do in the childhood.

So

Mom remained angry all the day long , but at that time of my age I actually used to sleep with my mother as I was the only son of my parents . so I slept with my mother as usual despite of all the anger of the day ‘ and do you know what the most lovely thing happened ‘it was that ,

My mom forgot all the anger on me and hug me because she knew that I would not be able to sleep until my mom hugs me !

So

My mom as-ususal hugs me and my eyes got wet and then my mother kissed my all tears away !

It was the most loveliest moment of my life with mom !

Similarly , once I went to study sometime ago very far from the home .my mother don’t wanted to send me there , she wants me to study somewhere near the home, but she also knews that it’s the matter of her son’s future ‘ so she sacrificed her will for my better life and allow me to go there and study .

Well

When I went so far from home, initially I really enjoyed there , did not miss even anyone back at home . but It did not last too long , until I started crying in my washroom at hostel .:P

Yes  that’s may be funny but tell you one thing that washroom is the best place in the world to judge yourself ! :)

So

After this I never forgot to call my mother multiple times in a day .My Routine was like that :

In the morning I used to woke up because I knew , mom must be calling me .

In the afternoon , I came back to hostel crazily , because I knew , mom must be waiting 

for my call .

In the night , I did not used to eat and sleep until I heard my mom’s voice .

So guys truth is that there is no other thing to which we compare such a lovely gift of God .it’s ultimate love and chilly eyes make you feel green inside .we cannot measure her love , it’s just an infinity .

Love your mother and love the people around ‘ you will feel in heaven while your foots on the ground ‘’

And another thing is that we cannot even write about the Mother , because it’s such an amazing gift that no one can do that , what we only can do is just a try !

So hope you would like the article

Well whatever :)

Yellow & Motherful Regards :

Harris Tariq Butt

Weapon Of Mass Destruction