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the mother

When we mention the word mother, tenderness, harmony, warm embrace, and giving come to mind. The mother is the foundation of this universe and is the educator of the emerging generations. Due to this importance, the collections of our poets across all ages are filled with poems describing the mother and motherhood. Rarely is a poem devoid of a reference to the mother, her great role, her position in the heart, and her warm and tender place in the soul and conscience.

There are many poets who sang about their mothers, and it has also become common to see a poet addressing the nation using the word mother. We were created from the wombs of our mothers, just as we were created from the womb of the earth. Because the mother means motherhood, kindness, security, and harmony, and she embodies giving, dedication, sacrifice, and redemption, poets talk about her and translate their gratitude to her and their inability to express her kindness through writing and poetry, in the hope that they may return to her, even a small part, her kindness throughout their lives.

But she is my mother - Farouk Jwaida

In the corner looks like my mother's face

I don't see it because it has resided in the wings for years

If the eye is neglected a little, it will not see

But he who dwells in the wings will not be missed

And if he disappears like all absentees

It looks like my mother's face

To my mother - Mahmoud Darwish

I miss my mother to bake

And my mother's coffee

And my mother's touch

She grows up in childhood

day upon chest

And I love my life because

if you die,

I am ashamed of my mother's tears!

Five letters to my mother - Nizar Qabbani

good morning sweetie

Good morning, my sweet saint

Oh mother

I am the boy who sailed

She's still in his mind

Long live the sugar bride

So how, how, mother?

I became a father

Why did I grow up?

Mother is a teacher - Hafez Ibrahim

The mother is a teacher if you prepare her

You have prepared a people of good races

The mother is tamed if he pledges life

Irrigation leaves whatever leaves

The mother is a professor of automated professors

Their exploits filled the horizons

I'm not saying let the women be discreet

Among the men rejoicing in the markets

They go where they want, not out of scrutiny

They warn about his neck and no protective gear

They do the actions of men in vain

About the duties of the gnaws

Times take shape

Countries and they are at a stalemate leftovers

Bless you, maternity sanctuary - Chebbi

The mother kisses her child and hugs him

A heavenly sanctuary. Beauty is sacred

Thoughts are deified and they are close to Him

And the souls return there pure

Forbidden life with its purity and tenderness

Is there a sacred and sacred sanctuary above it?

Blessed are you, sanctuary of motherhood and youth

How life is completed and sanctified in you

Other verses about the mother

My mother, my love, my love, my heart, I adore its world

O sun that shines in my horizon, O rose in age, its anomaly

O all the world, O my hope, you are sincerity and its meaning

You are a gift from my Lord, so why would I live without him?

What can I give you from this world, my heart or my eyes, my mother?

My soul, my breath, or my life, and everyone is little

What do I remember, Mama, there is nothing I can forget

The past bears flowers and the present smiles on his lips

Your tenderness still in my mind gives him pleasure to take care of him.

How many nights have I stayed up while I was sick, crying and calling out to God?

My child and my beloved, O Lord, fill the world with health

The mother melts so that we can live and taste life here

The mother is a sea of ​​goodness, and the sea is eternal

Mother, I love you, my life, my heart's joy and hope

Hug me, give me love, and let me dream, mother

My mother and your mother, boy, good for her

Being kind to a caring mother is a must

And here, weakly, she endured the harm

And the child in her womb is tossing and turning

Who was waiting for the nights to stay awake?

Whoever avoids our sorrows

And if worries gather and multiply

I flee immediately to the compassionate chest

The first of all creatures to receive My affection

My mother, my mother, then my mother, then my father

All goodness lies in honoring her

Beneath it are gardens, what a blessing