My Mother

My mother, to me, is like a Arwa bint kurayz*
She snatches me
From the death's mouth thrice
Nurturing me up for all the day long
To protect me from another demon
With due respect, I would like to mention
This is the person who tried her best
To keep me sheltered
From the man made stress
And natural waves & storm
Under the umbrella of warm's affection.
She is still with me
Her thoughts revolve around me
To bring a smile on my face
Even she can give up her soul
To boost up my morale
If she sees my shattered visage.
She is always with me
To deliver some advice
When I go wrong
To keep me unearthen
From the all vice
And to make my soul strong.
Her holy hand is still upon my shoulder
So, I turned to a perfect man
Alhamdulillah to Almighty,
 Please keep going on
 Mother, in this world, is the best person.