A tribute beyond words, celebrating Mother’s Day

A tribute beyond words, celebrating Mother’s Day

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Srinagar: “She is not just a mother, she is on a mission. She lived through me and I lived to fulfil it, let’s celebrate. Her, in moments, not just in dates. “

In a world full of heroes draped in capes and crowned with medals, I have always looked up to a woman whose only shield was her love, and whose greatest power was her reflection of belief in me, my mother. As we mark Mother’s Day this year, I find myself reflecting not only on the global importance of this occasion but more profoundly on the personal meaning it holds for me.

Mother’s Day is a celebration of love that’s unconditional, of support that never falters, and of sacrifices made silently. But for me, it is more than just a celebration, it is a reminder of the most sacred bond that defines who I am and who I strive to become.

While the world might see me for what I’ve achieved or the motivation I give to others, they often don’t know the force behind it all. My mother chose me as her life’s mission. In a family where education didn’t find its roots, she planted a dream, through me.

She may have studied only up to the 5th standard, but believe me when I say this, the wisdom she possesses has no syllabus, and the lessons she has taught me cannot be found in any textbook. She could not read volumes, but she gave me volumes of life.

She never spoke in grand philosophical terms, but her every word is richer than the teachings of many philosophers. She is the one who gave me a vision, values, and the vitality to dream and dare. Life hasn’t always been fair or smooth for us. We’ve seen struggles, some that could shake the strongest of souls.

But my mother? She stood as my wall. During times when uncertainty hovered over our heads and doubts loomed large, she was the only source of light that guided me through. When I was low, she lifted me. When I stumbled, she steadied me. When I questioned myself, she reminded me of my strength.

She did not just support me financially or physically, she became the emotional engine that kept me moving forward. Her eyes never saw me as a burden but always as a purpose. I often wonder how someone can be so selfless, so enduring, and so pure.

Though my mother formally studied only till class five, the depth of her insight is unmatched. There are countless moments in my life when her simple words gave me answers that books and mentors could not. When I find myself debating issues of life with friends or colleagues, some are surprised to know that my biggest counsellor is my mother.

She doesn’t quote great authors, but her advice has depth. She doesn’t attend seminars or workshops, but her words can shake my soul. Every time I think I’ve achieved something, she reminds me: “This is just the beginning. Don’t stop. Go on. Almighty Allah is with you. You can do wonders.” These words echo in my mind every day and keep me grounded yet hungry to grow.

Many people around me say that I am a good motivational speaker. They say I inspire them, that I give them hope and direction. But let me tell you honestly, if I have ever inspired anyone, it’s only because I am constantly inspired by her.

Behind every powerful word I speak, there’s her silent whisper pushing me forward. Behind every success, there’s her sacrifice. Behind every smile I wear in public, there’s her tear she hid in private.

Behind every decision I take with confidence, there’s her belief that I can never fail. And when I do feel like giving up, which happens to all of us, she is the one who puts her hand on my shoulder and says, “I’m with you. You were born to rise.”

People say that we often share everything with our friends or life partners. Yes, I do have meaningful conversations with friends and with the one I have chosen as my life partner. But there is no conversation more profound than the ones I have with my mother. From major life decisions to the most trivial day-to-day matters, I turn to her.

She listens with the patience of the earth and advises with the clarity of the stars. She does not impose, she inspires. She does not order, she offers. She does not complain, she contributes. While the world celebrates Mother’s Day once a year, I live Mother’s Day every single day. Every breath I take, every milestone I reach, every word I write or speak, and every path I walk is a tribute to her.

She didn’t just raise me, she raised my dreams. She didn’t just feed me food, she fed my soul with strength and belief. I owe everything I am to her. She is not just the guiding source of my life, she is my life. This Mother’s Day, while I write this with tears of gratitude and pride.

About the Author – Javeed Abdullah is a writer, academician, district coordinator Education and a stage-host. He can be reached at Javeedwrites378@gmail.com