The most beautiful words about mother and father

the mother

The most beautiful words about the mother

• A mother is someone who will love you unconditionally, until her last breath.
• The mother is God's mercy in the form of a human being.
• The mother is beauty, creativity, imagination, enjoyment, her essence is preserved, and a hidden pearl.
• The mother is the only one who feels the tear before it falls, and the joy before the smile on her child's face.
• As long as my mother stays, let everything go.
• Who makes the rhythm of love but the devotion of mothers.
• Happiness is a feeling but sometimes mom.
• If they say life, I would say my mother.
• The mother is a pleasant feeling, a gentle whisper, and a feeling that sheds tears.
• The mother is the fountain of tenderness that we can wash with her fresh water.
• The mother is the mercy that God has bestowed upon us.
• The meaning of happiness is the mother, and the meaning of sadness is her absence.
• The mother is the most loyal and the most beautiful in this universe. Lord have mercy on my mother and all Muslim mothers.

Phrases on Mother's Day

• Your feast, my mother, is the happiest of holidays. If it were not for you, my mother, I would not have had a birthday. Your heart takes care of me, O joy of the heart. It is impossible to forget me in distance and nearness. O you did not carry me and your hands tired, and you raised me with the tears of your eyes. I will never forget your prayers. My heart and soul will always be sacrificed for you.
• If it weren't for you, my angel, my heart would be without beats, my night would be without nightlife, my life would be an echo of stories, if it weren't for you, my mother, oh all dreams, oh the sound of appointments, a star that never sleeps, oh all songs.
• When I am afraid, I turn to her, and when I am happy, I go to her, and when I need someone, I find nothing but her, so how can I not give her all the love on her feast?
• My mother, the first thing my lips uttered, my mother, the salve of the soul that always removes the wounds of time, my mother, the source of tenderness, the symbol of giving, my mother, you are the candle of my life, my mother, you are my path companion, my mother, I love you, my mother, who gives security, my warm embrace, my mother I say it with pride, happy birthday, and every year, you are my love, mom.
• My mother, oh heart of loyalty, oh the origin of all affection, whatever you describe and whatever you say about you, I will keep your rights short before the Lord of the servants.
• If it were not for you, my mother, I would not have existed in the world, and would I forget you, my mother, on the best holidays? Your feast, my mother, is the joy of everyone in existence.
• If I had heaps of worries between your arms, everything would be easy, so Happy New Year.
• Mother's Day is not enough for me to thank you for everything you have given me in my life, and everything you do for our survival.
• My mother, I can't imagine my life without you. Life is sweeter only with your presence, and every time your feast passes with your presence, I pray to God that your presence does not deprive me, and every year you are fine.

poetry about mother

The poet Riyad bin Yusuf says in his poem My Mother's Face:

Mama, I'm sorry.. I've been bored

And you have covered me.. aloe vera.. and patience

Mama, excuse me.. my dream betrayed me

It has darkened its branches.. the fruit

Mama, excuse me.. the path is painful

And the step tore from me the thorns.. and the pits

Ma, excuse me.. the range is unfair

He lost his pillow.. this back.. cows

What am I singing.. I lost my throat

And the groans were cut off.. and the string?

What do you do but rhyme rags

Darkness descended upon her visions..the images were clouded?!

Lanour helps me.. Alaikum, Alqa

From my heart's eyelids.. in my tree solitude

To light others.. in the lights of their fake

Crying on his shoulders.. the sun and the moon

Mama, I'm sorry..God bears witness to me

I haven't forgotten.. Does the rain cloud forget?!

Does the silverfish leave its home?

Will the river abandon its course.. and commit suicide?!

Ma! You are still a fountain.. washing me

Water still flows from you

I'm still a little boy with a hand

Barren crying and begging.. and apologizing

Mama, I'm sorry.. but a thousand excuses

The firefly has dried up.. and my heart has a broken heart!

Hug my shivering and hug my excuses

To end.. in the extent of your arms to travel

the father

Words about Fr

• between every wrinkle and wrinkle of my father's face; A story of bliss that my sisters and I lived through.
• Then I saw the light of life through my father and mother, O God, make it an eternal light.
• Safety is a Lord, then a Father.
• A father is a blessing whose value we do not know until we lose it.
• There are two types of men; My father and the rest of the men.

He felt about the father

• Mahmoud Darwish says in my father's poem:

Turn a blind eye to the moon

He bowed and embraced the earth

Pray..

sky without rain,

And he forbade me to travel!

Lightning ignited valleys

There was my father

He raises stones

From old.. and creates trees

His skin is dewy

His hand is a tree leaf

So the horizon cried a song:

Odyssey was a knight.

There were loaves in the house

And wine, and blankets

And horses, and shoes

And my dad once said

When he prayed on a stone:

Turn a blind eye to the moon

And beware of the sea.. and travel!

The day the god flogs his servant

I said: O people! blasphemy?

My father narrated to me.. and Tata Zinda:

In dialogue with agony

Job was thankful

Creator of worms.. and clouds

He created a wound for me

No dead.. no fetish

Soak the wound and the pain

And I mean regret!

A planet passed on the horizon

Down.. down

And it was my shirt

Between fire and wind

And my eyes think

Drawings on the ground

And my father once said:

who has no homeland

What has a shrine in the ground

And he forbade me to travel.

• Ahmed Shawqi says a poem They asked me why I did not inherit my father:

They asked me: Why didn't I inherit my father?

Inheriting the father's debt is any debt

Blame, how wrong you are!

Where is the mind that makes me happy?

Father, what are you in the first place

Every soul for death is an individual obligation

People and villages perished before you

The mourners mourned the best of the two heavyweights

One's goal, even if it is long term

He takes it with the youngest

And a doctor who is incapacitated

Exhausted from his medicine, hidden nostalgia

Death has a hand if it strikes

Shiml al-Faraqadan is about to rupture

The air runs out on its heels

Al-Layth meets between the two mountains

And the chick falls from its nest

And you get the parrot in the two hundred

I am the one who died, and the one who died is me

We both met death twice

We were a joy in the body

Then we became Mahajh in Badnin

Then we returned to the body

Then we throw a corpse in two shrouds

Then we will live in Ali after us

And with it we send the first of the two missions

See the universe and describe it

Say: They are mercy in two mercies

They lost heaven finding us

And we blessed them in two gardens

They are the excuse if they get angry

And they are the ones who forgive us

I wish my hair had not been condemned

With what did we begin with?

My father is only a brother whom I separated from

And the messengers died except the parents

As long as we come to a table

The shard had two fragments

And we drank from one vessel

After that, we washed the hands

And we walked hand in hand

Whoever saw us said about us: two brothers

Time looked at us

Evil settled, so it was two looks

Father, death is a bitter cup

Do not taste it twice

How was an hour spent?

Everything before or after is easy?

You drank death in it a potion

Or did you drink death in two doses?

Do not be afraid of grief or weeping

I froze from you and me today

You have taught me to let go of sorrow

Every zen ends with death

I wish my hair: May we receive

Once, or is it the separation of the millions?

And if I die and deposit the wealth

Digging a hole or two?