A Note on Mother.
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Muhammad Asadullah
A couple of days ago Sunita, a school going girl, in my neighborhood requested me to write an essay for her. She wanted to participate in an essay competition organized in her school.
I asked her “what the topic was.” “The Mother”, she replied.
Suddenly, I felt as someone had reopened my old wound, the filling of an irreparable loss because the deprivation of mothers love always made me uneasy.
I had tried myself to forget it, and I had thought that I had succeeded in my attempt there were times when I came to the conclusion that nothing can replace the mother, so I told the girl: child why don’t you try it yourself?, I think you can write better than me on this subject because You have experienced mother’s affection. It is not so with me .It is a great deficiency in my life; I had lost my mother in my childhood and deprived of her love.
The girl repeated me to write. Perhaps it was beyond her capacity to write an essay, though she knew well what a mother was. This reminds me a comment made by a critic of literature. He wrote that though he did not give eggs but he prepare an omelet .So without experiencing mothers love one can write an article on the subject.
I realized this fact by another way also I think a person who has not experienced mother’s love and affection can understand what is mother’s love better than those whose mothers are alive because we always have insight of things when we lose them .
Many times existence of an object becomes an obstacle to see it thoroughly.
