This is my letter to my mother, Amthal.
For anyone who wishes to dedicate it to their mother, it is here for you... Stay blessed.

I never imagined how difficult it would be to write to you until I began. Every letter seemed faint, and the meanings hesitant.
Honestly, what could I possibly offer you, you who are the source of endless and unfailing giving?

Motherhood is a poetic idea, a single soul embracing two bodies. You, my mother, are my first homeland, and any interaction with you, no matter what kind, is a remedy for my soul. How could it not be, when you carry out all the life tasks and responsibilities with such kindness, filling me with pure joy, of which you are the source, oh well of tenderness? I have always wished for a miracle in my life—to turn back time so that you could be my peer... We would have been friends of the same age, sharing life together... How wonderful life would be with you!

Alright! Let us agree that a mother is the greatest person in everyone’s life, but I swear to my Lord that you are the foundation and at the forefront of all priorities.

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What astonishes me the most is that you have an answer for every question! Your words are the truth and the final say, even if things initially seem otherwise.
I love you, the flower of my life, my thinking mind, and the fragrant blossom of my days.

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You know, Mom... I have come to fear the calamities of time for myself, so as not to be a cause of wounding your sincere feelings towards me.

When I see you lost in thought, I want to draw your attention to our presence around you. Yes, we, for whom you sacrificed your youth, your exhaustion and efforts have not been in vain.

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Here lie your tears and joys, your laughs and gestures, all of which adorn us with the jewels of past memories that you have woven with all your being.
Oh, delicate of feelings, if only I could surround you with a halo of tranquility to keep any sorrow or worry away from you, and embrace you in my arms to cool the fire ignited in your heart by the absence of those who have departed and whose memories remain...

Today, I mourn all the departed mothers and tell them that your children on earth are now souls wandering after you, and their solace is your memory and your undying love.

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In conclusion, I can only thank you for everything you have done for me, for without you, I would not have understood the value and meanings of things.
Thank you for never allowing me to experience humiliation...
Thank you for always putting me first, sacrificing your comfort for mine... staying awake so I could sleep... working so I could rest... fearing for me so you became my source of safety and security.

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I thank you with all my heart, for everything I am now is because of you. You cared for me with attention and affection, and so I have become who I am today. I will never forget your favor as long as I live. All the love that we live by and my children enjoy is because of you, an ocean of giving and a stream of endless love.

Thank you for every "no" you said to me, which, in my ignorance, I thought was your harshness in depriving me of something I wanted... Over time, I realized that every deprivation was out of jealousy for me and fear for my sake... It was a deprivation that held within it much giving, and a harshness filled with immense tenderness. You, my mother, are the one who gave meaning to things in my life, and without you, my life would have been a mirage!

You are my treasure and the beacon of my life, lighting my dark paths.
You are the light we follow in the depths of the unknown, and the mercy we seek from a merciful Lord.

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To all the mothers of the earth, may your days always be blessed with and by you.