Name : Nur Hidayah binti Zulakram

School : SK Jelutong, Jalan Kuala Kangsar, 34850 Changkat

Jering, Perak.

A very good morning to everybody. My name is Nur Hidayah binti

Zulakram. Today, I want to share with you a story that I have read

somewhere from the internet. This true story is a heartbreaking one and

tears continuously run down my cheek when I read it. I hope you will

bear with me until the end of the story, so that you too will come to

understand the hidden moral behind it.

I came from a small middle class family. Since I was the only child, my

parents really pampered me. Our lives changed when my father passed

away in a road accident. My mom and I survived in that accident. I was

too small to remember what had really happened. She took care of me

afterwards and worked really hard to raise me, but

I grew up with hatred, just because my mom only had one eye. I hated

her… she was such an embarrassment.

She ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little herbs, used

clothes and such thing to sell… anything to make a little money for us to

live on, she was such an embarrassment. There was one day during

primary school, I remember it was a sports day, and my mom came to

watch. I was so embarrassed.  How could she do this to me? I threw her a

hateful look at her and ran out. The next day at school one girl yelled,

“Hey Linda, your mom only has one eye?!” They taunted at me and

laughed at me. All my friends just stood around making fun of my mom.

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After that she became the joke of the school. Sometimes,

I wished that my mom would just disappear, One day, I said to my mom,

“Mama, why don’t you have your other eye?! You always make me a

laughingstock and my friends said you look like a zombie. Why don’t you

just die?” My mom just stood there quietly. She didn’t respond. I guess I

felt a little bad for what I had said, but  at the same time, it felt good to

finally say the things I’d wanted  to say for so long.  Maybe because my

mom didn’t punish me, I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very

badly. That night, I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of

water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as  if she was afraid that she

might wake me. Because of the things I had said to her earlier, there was

something stabbing at my heart. Even so, I still hated my mother and

how was crying out of that one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up,

become successful and move out, because I hated my one-eyed mom

and our desperate poverty. In school, then I studied really hard. After

graduated, I got married to a rich man in town. We bought a  big house

in the city. I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful woman.

I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.

My happiness grew day by day, when someone unexpected came to see

me. “What?! Who’s this?!”  It was my mother, still with her one eye. It

felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away,

scared of my mom’s eye.

And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t  know you!!” as if I tried to make

that real. I screamed at her “How dare  you come to my house and scare

my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And  to this, my mother quietly

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answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have  gotten the wrong address,” and

she disappeared. Thank goodness. She doesn’t recognize me. I was quite

relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for

the rest of my life. A wave of relief came upon me. One day, a letter

inviting me to a school reunion came in the mail. I lied to my husband

saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down

to the old shack, that I used to call a house just out of curiosity there, I

found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single

tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand. It was a letter that she had

written to me.

It said:

My daughter,  I think my life has been long enough. And… I won’t try to

visit you  anymore… but would it be too much to ask if for you to come

visit  me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I

heard  you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the

school. I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an

embarrassment for you.  You see, when you were very little, we got into

an accident, and that was the time when your father died and you

lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow

up with only one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my daughter

that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I

was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple of times that you

were angry with me, I thought to myself, ‘it’s because she loves me.’ I

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miss the times when you were still young around me.  I miss you so

much. I love you. You mean the world to me.

My world shattered.  I hated the person who had only lived for me.   I

cried for my mother, I couldn’t think of anything that I could do to make

up for the way I had treated my own mother. And I would have to live

with that forever.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moral of the story is that you should never

ever hate anyone for their disabilities.  Never disrespect your parents,

don’t ignore or under estimate their sacrifices.  They gave us life, they

gave us better than they had, they gave and kept trying to give better. 

They never wish unwell for their kids.  They always tried to show us the

right path and were our motivators.   Parents give up everything for their

kids, forgive all the mistakes made by their kids.  There  is no way to

repay what they have done for kids, all we can do is try giving them what

they need and which is just a little time, love and respect.

Who should I give my love to? 

My respect and my honour to 

Who should I pay good mind to? 

After Allah And Rasulullah

Comes your mother 

Who next? Your mother 

Who next? Your mother 

And then your father

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Cause who used to hold you 

And clean you and clothes you 

Who used to feed you? 

And always be with you 

When you were sick 

Stay up all night 

Holding you tight 

That's right no other 

My mother

I love you so much MOTHER. With that ladies and gentlemen, I thank

you.

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