Some babies grow under the supervision of someone else from the moment they are born, the mother is only involved in the kissing and smelling part.
Some babies are born who knows how many times in the family.
What about those innocent babies wrapped in bags, blankets, left in the trash, abandoned in the courtyards of mosques? A woman who gave birth to them too.
You will say, who knows why a mother can leave her child like this. Who knows why a mother can make her child beg in the streets?
First of all, he is a soul. While a cat and a dog cannot even kill a puppy, how can a mother devalue her child like a waste, like garbage, for whatever reason? Can a being of his own blood be worthy of persecution?
How is this motherhood?
He should also ask the question to a mother who has been dying for years to have a child! Who knows what the answer would be. I bring my own mother before my eyes.
My beautiful mother was widowed at the age of 40 with not 1, not 2, not 3, but 5 children. From that moment on, he devoted himself completely to us. His own wishes were always half-assed.
He did not have a bracelet on his arm, a necklace around his neck, or a pair of earrings in his ears for the necessary expenses so that his children's education life would not be interrupted. Because they went one by one in every need.
She was a housewife, she. She did not have a tailor, but she had trained herself very well, she used to sew as an amateur on the old cast iron sewing machine. For example, he sewed all my clothes.
But the mothers of my friends who saw it on me would come the next day and say, "Our girl liked it very much, please sew it for her".
In short, motherhood is a grueling situation that requires great dedication. You bring a living thing into the world and you must be ready for any sacrifice in order to raise it with human qualities.
I hope the Creator deprives those who can't do this from their children, and I hope he hears the pleas of all aspiring mother-to-be.
