Sep 14, 2008


This story begins when I was a child:

I was born poor.

Often we hadn't enough to eat.

Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her

portion of rice.

While she was transferring her rice into my bowl,

she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry."

This was Mother's First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time

to fish in a river near our house;

she hoped that from the fish she caught,

she could give me a little bit more nutritious food

for my growth.

Once she had caught just two fish,

she would make fish soup.

While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me

and eat what was still left on the bone

of the fish I had eaten.

My heart was touched when I saw it.

Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick

but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son!

I don't really like fish."

This was Mother's Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education,

Mother went to a Match Factory

to bring home some used matchboxes

which she filled with fresh matchsticks.

This helped her get some money to cover our needs.

One wintry night I awoke

to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight.

So I said,

"Mother, go to sleep; it's late:

you can continue working tomorrow morning."

Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."

This was Mother's Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination,

Mother accompanied me.

After dawn, Mother waited for me

for hours in the heat of the sun.

When the bell rang, I ran to meet her..

Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea

that she had prepared and brought in a thermos.

The tea was not as strong

as my Mother's love.

Seeing Mother covered with perspiration,

I at once gave her my glass

and asked her to drink too.

Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!".

This was Mother's Fourth Lie.

After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.

She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone.

Our family's life was more complicated.

We suffered from starvation.

Seeing our family's condition worsening,

my kind Uncle who lived near my house

came to help us solve our problems big and small.

Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken

so they often advised my mother to marry again.

But Mother refused to remarry saying

"I don't need love."

This was Mother's Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job,

it was time for my old Mother to retire

but she carried on going to the market every morning

just to sell a few vegetables.

I kept sending her money but she was steadfast

and even sent the money back to me.

She said, "I have enough money."

That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree.

Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked,

I succeeded in my studies.

With a big jump in my salary,

I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America

but Mother didn't want to bother her son;

she said to me "I'm not used to high living."

That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

In her old age, Mother was attacked by cancer

and had to be hospitalized.

Now living far across the ocean,

I went home to visit Mother who was

bedridden after an operation.

Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken

because she was so thin and feeble

but Mother said,

"Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain."

That was Mother's Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.


M - O - T - H - E - R

"M" is for the Million things she gave me,

"O" means Only that she's growing old,

"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,

"H" is for her Heart of gold,

"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,

"R" means Right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together,

they spell "MOTHER"

a word that means the world

to me.

For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's

presence on Earth,

this story is beautiful.

For those who aren't so blessed,

this is even more beautiful.


nituscorner said...

hi anu,
thanks for visiting my blog.i just read your amazing story and if i say my eyes din't get misty ...well it would be a daughter's lie.... a very heart warming story that stirs a feeling from within ....and we only realize what role a mother plays when you become one your self. Thankyou Lord for your wonderful gift....OUR MOTHER!!!!

Anonymous said...

Mother's love is great and knows no bound..the heartful word in the world is MOTHER!The greatest love in the world is Mother's.

R Gururaj said...

My mother is as much an epitome of sacrifice and pure love..Very true, from starving and praying for hours on my examination days, from pledging her own handful of jewellery for the sake of taking us out for a very humble holiday, from accepting our child hood pranks including a few hurtful ones, from bearing the marriage failures of my sister twice and still supporting my dad and me with a smile, from bearing my separation because of work reasons and later marriage until my wife giving her hurts and proposing to her to divorce me for no mistake of mine, the crest-fallen-she still is kind and gives love and love and love..She remains the perfect example of sathya, dharma, prema and ahimsa for all..: Gururaj