I Love My Mother

My mother, the person who gave birth to me, gave me life, raised me, fed me, the reason I was, and still am alive. let me elaborate on what I just said.

Of course, every mammal on this earth was born from a union between one egg and one tiny little sperm, which all happens in the mother's womb and then she has to carry that child for nine whole months in her belly, and even after the baby is born she has to feed that baby, raise it with the help of her loving husband , so that is the job of every mother on this planet, but my mom did that and way much more, oh so much more.

My mom fed us, me and my brother, not just when we were babies but, even when we grew up, even until now, I eat from money my mom gave me, money that my mom worked hard for, money that my mom have spent hours every day working on to feed me and my brother, to dress us, to keep a roof over our

That is why I cherish them so much because they were there for me in those hard days and they still loved me when I didn’t love myself. The first one was

when we met she refused to tell me her name, she wanted me to guess. We spent a whole night talking we had dinner and played silly board games, but she still did not tell me her name. Finally, at the end of the night she had just had it with me and she kept pushing me to guess, but I really hate guessing, so I just guessed two names which were Fatimah and Mariam, I was so tired that I just didn't care, I was on my bed at twelve something at midnight and I just had a long day because It was my first day in this scary new hostel. In the end, I got her name from my roommate Khawlah who told me only because she felt sorry for me or maybe because she was just as tired and exhausted as I