Today is Tuesday (02/09/2008), my mom 41st birthday….Just now, I had wished her birthday by use my handphone. Because I’m still study at university right now. So, I would like to post another story in my blog, the title of my story “MOM” for my mom birthday….
The story begins…..
Amran’s mother only had one eye. He hated her…she was such an embarrassment…She cooked for students and teachers… to support the family. There was this one day elementary school and his mom came. He was so embarrassed. How could she do this to him? He threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school…” Your mom only has one eye?!?!”…eeee said his friend. He wished his mom would just disappear from this world. So he said to his mom, “Mom…Why don’t you have the other eye?! If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?!!!”
His mom did not respond…he guess he felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that he had said what he had wanted to say all this time… Maybe it was because his mom hadn’t punished him, but he didn’t think that he had hurt her feeling very badly.
That night ... He woke up, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake him. He took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing he had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at him in the corner of his heart. Even so, he hated his mother who was crying out of her one eye. So he told himself that he would grow up and become successful.
Then he studied real hard. He felt his mother and went to Singapore to study.
Then, he got married. He bought a house of his own. Then he had kids, too…Now he living happily as successful man. He likes it here because its place that doesn’t remind him of his mom. This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when…
What?! Who’s this?!
It was his mother…Still with her one eye. He felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on him. Even his children ran away, scared of his mom’s eye. And he asked her, “Who are you?!” “I don’t know you!!!” As if trying to make the real. He screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children!” GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!! “
And do this, his mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared out of sight.
Thank goodness…She doesn’t recognize him. He was quite relieved. He told himself that he wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of his life. Then a wave of relief came upon him…
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to his house in Singapore. So, lying to his wife that he was going on a business trip, he went. After the reunion, he went down to the old shack that he used to call a house…Just out of curiosity… There, he found his mother fallen on the cold ground. But he did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…It was letter to him.
“My son…I think my life has been long enough now…And…I wont visit Singapore anymore…But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much… And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion, But I decided not to go to the school for you. And I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and you lost your eye. As a mom, I couldn’t stand watching you having grow up with only one eye…So I gave you mine…I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did…The couple times that you were angry with me…I thought to myself, It’s because he loves me…”
My son…Oh, my son…”
Actually this message has a very deep meaning and is passed to remind people of the goodness they have enjoyed were because of others directly or indirectly. So, pause a moment and consider your life! Be thankful of what you have today compared too many millions who do not live as you do! And do spend some time in prayer for your mum out there!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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