The most beautiful talk about mother

Mother Mother is a small word and few letters, but it contains the greatest meanings of love, tenderness, tenderness and sacrifice, rivers that are inexhaustible and do not dry or tire, always flowing with endless affection, which is the affectionate chest that receives your head and complains to your worries and worries. The mother is the one who gives and does not wait to take in exchange for the tender, which whatever you try to do and offer to her you will not be able to respond to her beauty even if it is a small atom; it is the reason for your existence on this life, and the reason for your success, to give you from her blood and health to grow up and arise true sound, Awn in the world, which is entering Paradise, has come man Messenger of Allah peace be upon him said: I desire jihad and I can not, he said: Is there left one of your parents? He said: "My mother," he said: "Oh, Allah is in her righteousness. If you do that, then you are a pilgrim, a mumtah and a mujahid. If you accept your mother, then fear Allaah and her righteousness." Selected Hadiths, 1689. The most beautiful talk about the mother The best book I have read is: My Mother. There is no better pillow in the world than a mother's bosom, nor a more beautiful rose than her loins. A mother shaking the cradle with her foot shakes the world with her right hand. My mother is the spring from which he derived the principles of my life. If the world were in my hand and my mother in the other cuff, I would choose my mother. The child's future depends on his mother. It is my mother who made me. My mother was an amazing woman, she had everything in the earth of goodness, yes, all the land of the good. All I and all that I want to be owe to my mother. The world is small, women are big. The silent prayers of the silent mother can not lead her to the fountain of goodness. Mother's holy candle illuminates the night of life with humility and interest. Motherhood is the cornerstone of happiness. What the child learns on his mother's knees is never erased. I have never been assured except in my mother's lap. One of the masterpieces of God's creation is the mother's heart. Mother makes the nation. When I bend to get your hands and pour my weak tears over your chest and beg for the pleasing glances of your eyes, then I just feel the fullness of my manhood. Mother is the holiest of neighborhoods. In the world one thing is better than the wife, this thing is the mother. Mother's love is the rest after all. The mother's heart is the boy's school. There is no joy in the world that modifies the joy of the mother when her son is successful. Look in the heart of any woman you find either. Mother's love never grows. Mother is everything in this life is condolence in grief, please in despair and strength in weakness. The heart of the mother, like the musk, whenever it burns, is a vile. If the whole world is small, the mother remains big. The mother has to punish her son, but soon takes her in her arms. The most melodious and melodious melodies are played only by the mother's heart. On the knees of the mother are the sons of the homeland. Houses without good mothers graves. Your mother, I can know God and I see paradise. You can buy everything but parents. The good father is higher than the peaks, and the maternal good is deeper than the ocean. If we stripped women of all virtues, they would be proud to represent the honor of motherhood. A kiss from my mother made me an artist. The love of the mother gives everything, and does not desire anything. A mother who fails to raise her children will find no importance in her other success. People are the sons of the world, and the man is not blamed for the love of his mother. The greatest thing that human lips utter is the word mother. Mother's holy candle illuminates the night of life with humility and interest. The safest haven is the mother's bosom. Not in the world of joy and pleasure how much the mother feels when the success of her child. Whatever the father does, he can not make his son a man, since the mother must take her share of it. I did not know the meaning of motherhood except when I gave birth, so I knew that everything I did for my mother was not worth one night I stayed in for me. One of them asked in the Napoleonic record: What is it that young French people lack to be polite? One woman replied: They lack mothers. Napoleon said: This is a right word. The most beautiful poetry was said in the mother said Imam Shafi'i: And subject to your mother and her land Vakokha one of the elders said Abu Alaa Maari: live in the past Vakram your parents and the mother first with dignity and charity and according to her pregnancy and breastfeeding Tdmnh two thanks to each man won the most beautiful poems in the mother Hafez Ibrahim: mother school if I prepared I have prepared a good people for the races of the mother The mother's face is the face of my mother. I do not see him because he has lived in the jungle for years. The eye is a little absent, but you can not see it, but the dwelling of the vanity will not be lost, and my curtains, like all the absentees, appear to me in front of me. My mother the more the winds of sadness and the trembling of the forehead people go in the eyes and disappear and become sad in the ribs and trembling in the heart always fail but my mother passes the age I live and live and look like shadows hovering faint on the sad heart since we broke and the range around me narrowed and everything after age The yen has become with the days a pleasant, unobtrusive, and does not show a spectrum we call nostalgia. Do not forget to mention the poem (to my mother) of the poet Mahmoud Darwish: I lean to the bread of my mother and coffee Mom and the touch of my mother and grow up in childhood days on the chest of the day and I love my age because if I was ashamed of the tears of my mother Take me, if I returned days scarf for your pillow and cover my bones with grass deliberately purge your heel And my hair and my waist with a thread of hair looming in the tail of your dress Asani I become a god, a god, if I touch the heart of my heart if I touch the fuel of the fire of the light and the rope of washing on the surface of your neck because I lost standing without your prayer day Hermet individual stars of childhood so I join the young birds the way back to wait for you!