My Angel

I am writing this right after I accompanied my mom watering the flowers. I want to write about her since long long time ago, but I didn’t know how to start it (excuse).

My mother is a great mother. The greatest mother on earth. I like almost everything about her. She is tough, religious, independent, beautiful, smart, good at cooking, and many other good things. I have no idea how lucky my father is to have such a complete package in one person like my mother.

My mother is a full-time housewife. She was engaged with commerce for years, but something happened and she stopped. As a housewife, her family’s needs always comes first. She always ensured that my father, my brother and me get our meal on breakfast, lunch, and dinner on time. She does all the housework. She also takes care on house and yard. Especially when we don’t have a helper. My home is pretty big, and the yard is even bigger (sounds like showing off, huh? NO, it’s not). Taking care of this house and yard is such a tiring job. But, even though she is busy with that kind of tasks, she still have time to do sunnah prayer, and other sunnah things. She also has time to teach qur’an to kids and women. Everyday for kids, thrice a week for women. She also has time to do social activities in my village. She also has time to read a book, an Islamic book, and of course, she always has time to memorize qur’an.

Every moslem loves qur’an, my mom too. She loves and respect qur’an, very much. Every time I read qur’an near to her, and I spelled it wrongly or get lost which ayat should I read next, she will know it directly without bothering to see the qur’an. Seems like she already memorize the whole qur’an. And whatever she do, her tongue always spell the ayat of the qur’an. And I like to hear that. She spell it rightly and melodiously. When Ramadhan, she spends her time with qur’an more intensely. For me, one of the valuable thing of spending Ramadahan at home, is hearing her read the qur’an. Also, as  I’ve mentioned before, she always has time to do sunnah prayer. She never missed dhuha and rawatib prayer, everyday. She also do qiyamul lail every night.

For my mother, her children’s needs always comes first. She once told me that she is okay with old phone, old clothes, no jewelry, and any other mundane things, as long as we get the best, in everything. She is the one who never stop to mention my name in pray. After pray, and in any other chance, she always pray for me, for us. She always wish us the best thing in world and hereafter.

She is very nice to people. One thing that she keep telling me since I was little, don’t judge people by their look, or their family background, whether they’re poor or rich, good looking or not, treat them well and be kind to everyone. Never ever underestimate anyone. Because we also don’t have anything worth to be proud of.

She is good at singing and playing guitar too. Especially Ebiet’s song. She is also good in sport. She is good at tennis table and badminton. She knows Arabic a bit. She can read a bare characters of Arabic, she also knows the basic grammar of it. And recently, she asked me to teach her English.

Her biggest fear is cockroach. Sometimes it’s funny watching her battling with cockroach, with baygon in her hand, running here and there, and of course screaming loudly. She also afraid to flight. Every time we go to Makassar, we always take a bus. She prefer to take a 24 hours journey, than 50 minutes flight. Therefore, when I planned to take my master degree out of Sulawesi, she asked me to think again and consider to take it in Makassar. Because if I’m in Bandung, there is no other way to visit me except taking a flight. Or spend days in ship crossing the sea.

Don’t ask about my relation with her. We are very close like best friend. We like sharing our opinions and thoughts. We can spend hours in dinning table, discussing something after eat. We like to going anywhere together, also doing anything together. We also sleep in the same bed when my dad isn’t home.  I think my favorite time with her is breakfast time after praying subuh. With coffee or hot chocolate, some cookies, and good talk, or good programe in television.

She always compliment my appearance. She is the only one who always says that I’m pretty and beautiful. She always ask me to keep my skin health. She asked me to always smile because smiling will make us looks more beautiful. She always remind me to purify my heart because inner beauty is also important. And there is one thing we have in common, in dressing, we like something simple. Yes, for us, simple is beautiful.

Until now, she never allows me to have a boyfriend. She always tell me that she will never accept any men who want to come to my house, except for propose me. For this thing, I will absolutely apply the same method to my future daughter.

Beside those things, I really adore her for her patience of taking care of me and my brother. Especially when we were little. As a seafarer, my father couldn’t be with her every time. My father’s job requires him to be separated with us. Don’t imagine it was just for weeks, it was for months. Or a year. The longest was 13 months. (Did I told you that I ever forgot my father’s face?). And she already passed hard times, alone, patiently.

There will be not enough material to pay her back for everything she has been done for me. For those nine months in her comfort belly, and this past 23 years in this world. For her endless prays for me. For her unconditional love. For everything.

And for me, one thing that I can never thank enough for, is to have such a great mother as her. May Allah give her the best reward. In this world, and hereafter.