A few days ago, my mother offered to buy me an exquisite piece of clothing. She does not have money but she feels a necessity to make me as presentable as she can. I guess it’s mostly because I am of marriageable age and so she feels the need to give me all that she possibly can.
This is not the first time she has been way too kind, it’s her lifestyle. All that she is or that she will ever be, she is all for us, her children.
The sacrifices I witness my mother make everyday place me in a constant state of awe. I am in awe of my mother’s love for me.
So I was in this thought mood when an idea hit my head: I want to do something nice for my mother’s birthday.
We all always forget her birthday, and, me I know how sad I feel when nobody remembers my birthday, but she never complains. Not ever!
Well I want to make it different for her this year. I want to make her feel special and loved. So I was thinking to take her out on that day to someplace nice, just me and her, so she can eat the shawarma she loves so much.
Or, tell my siblings to join me put some money together so we can make cake and give her a surprise party, nothing big sha, just a few friends and family.
Or even just get her a lovely present?
I don’t know. But I know this Christmas is gonna be her best so far.