"One Picture And One Story Week #77".

Hopefully, you are enjoying your days. I am fine here and bring a story which teach us a moral lesson. You know there is no alternate of mother, this story is also about a mother. May Allah bless health to your mother and father. Lets learn something.

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Ali was sitting in the university cafe, he was taking his tea. His mind felt heavy. He was not sleeping well for previous few days. Something was bothering him, though he couldn’t understand what.
For the past few weeks, his mother had called him many times. But every time, he was busy.
He told himself "I’ll call her later, I have classes. I am with my friends. I’ll talk to her tomorrow."
But tomorrow never came.
One evening, when he was in his hostal room, his phone rang again. This time, it was his aunt. Her voice was shaky, she said
"Ali, come home quickly… your mother is very sick."
His heart beat become too fast. His hands turned cold. Something inside him told him that this is serious. He packed his bag in a hurry and took the first bus for home.
The journey felt endless. His mind raced with thoughts. "Why didn’t I call her? Why was I so busy? I should have spoken to her more."
When he reached home, everything felt silent, almost lifeless. He stepped inside, looking for his mother.
But she wasn’t there to welcome him.
He rushed to her room.
She was lying on the bed and silent. Her face was peaceful, like she was sleeping. A soft smile was on her lips, just like always.
But something was different.
She wasn’t breathing.
Ali was froze with shock. His heart clenched. His mother was gone. Forever, forever.
His knees tremble and he collapsed with her bed. He wanted to call her, to wake her up for hear her voice just one more time. But she would not wake up. No matter how much he cried, no matter how much he begged, she wouldn’t come back.
Tears shed down his face like regret filled his soul.
After some days, after the funeral, his aunt called him. She gave a small envelope to Ali and said softly.
"Your mother wrote this for you."
Ali’s hands shook as he took the envelope. His heart beat was very fast when he open it. There was a small letter in the envelope, written by his mother’s delicate handwriting.

"My dear son Ali,
I pray for your happiness every day. I know you are very busy and I can understand it. But sometimes, a mother also needs to hear her son’s voice. I miss you every day. In your success, in your joys and even in your sadness, I am always with you.
If you ever feel sorry for not calling me, don’t be. Mothers never get angry to his son. Just remember me sometimes.
With endless love,
Your mother."

The letter slipped from Ali’s hands. He felt tight in his chest and tears blurred his vision. He was repeat these sentences.
"Why didn’t I call her? Why I did not tell her that I love her?"
He would give anything to hear her voice again. He would trade everything just to hug her one last time. But friends, life do not give second chances to us.
This night, Ali sit alone in his room holding letter which was wrote his dear mother. It was very close to his heart. He realized something that he wished he had understood earlier. Our loved ones won’t always be there. We have face ups and downs in our life but it was more than any loss.
And sometimes, when we finally remember, it’s already too late.

So friends, there is no alternate of Parents, we have to talk him, sit beside him before it was too late.

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