It is 11th of May and the whole
world is celebrating mothers’ day. There are tributes to mothers all over the
television screens, the newspapers are filled up with nicely worded messages
for unknown mothers by their unknown children.
I am not writing this piece as a tribute to
my hardworking, quiet, and non-reactive mother for she neither needs a tribute nor
an acknowledgement either on mothers day or any other day. I am writing this
only to share the pain that I have been going through since I saw those
innocent faces on TV screen, who were poisoned by their mother just on the eve
of the mothers’ day.
I don't know how and why this happened but
the television was showing this six-seven years old boy with an oxygen mask on
his face, dressed in very ordinary shorts and a tee, moving his head in pain,
struggling to open his eyes, his body full of filth for probably he was never
taken care of, and his hair full of dust that was either there before he was
poisoned or was a consequence of his body rolling berserk after being poisoned.
My heart moaned with pain and the only words I could utter were oh my child God
be with you.
As if this wasn't enough there was a small
probably three years old girl dressed even shabbily and even filthier for she
was too young to take care of herself, lying just besides her elder brother.
For her the struggle was almost over for she was no longer struggling and had
probably given in to the pain and was just waiting for the process that takes
us from mortality to immortality. Her fingers folded softly as if she just let
her clinched fist lose.
There was neither hope nor pain, there was
neither protest nor disappointment and there was neither loss nor triumph on
the faces, for these innocent souls didn't even know what stuck them and why.
When their mother fed them poison they
would not have even imagined what is going on with them. For these small little
ones their mother must have been their universe. All what they needed – food,
clothes, toys, goodies – was to come from their mother. The mother who
protected them in her womb for nine months before bringing them to this world,
the mother who fed them with her blood when they were in the womb and with her
milk when they were born, poisoned them.
Why did she poison them- because their
father married another woman and she wanted to avenge. What a revenge, dear
mother, you haven’t taken revenge from one man you have avenged the entire
humanity. You have avenged parents like me for whom every child in this world –
white, black, neat, filthy, Muslim, non-Muslim – is just another Ibrahim who
deserves as much love and care as Ibrahim does. I am neither blaming the mother
for what she did nor the father for what he did but my heart bleeds for those
little ones who died at the hands of their mother on the eve of mothers day
2014 for something that they didn't even understand. My heart bleeds and my
soul moans. I struggle for answers on behalf of those little ones.
Happy mothers day!
