Words about parting mother

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A mother is the warm, caring embrace that no matter how old a person gets, he still needs it, and a mother is a blessing that must be appreciated. Because when losing her, a person will feel remorse and will grow old due to his sadness. The mother is the paradise of the world, she is the air that we breathe, and she is part of the soul. Love for a mother is born in nature, and sadness over her separation is oppression and hardship, and in this article we have collected for you some words about separation from a mother.

Words about parting with a mother

• Death is a word that tells you about a person who left you, never to return or meet in this house, and he became part of the news of the past, and all you have left of him are memories, even if he left you a few hours ago, I miss you very much, my mother.
• Among the quiet graves there is a soul that I love that has passed away for a long time. My Lord, gather me with it in Your Paradise.
• May God have mercy on hearts that left and did not forget, and may God reward hearts that longed and prayed. Oh God, grant my mother’s wealth and honor her resting place, and make Paradise her abode and shelter.
• The heart of my mother who passed away cannot be replaced by the hearts of the world.
• My mother, I wish I had left before you, and I had not tasted the torment of your departure, for you are the heart and the soul together, and the eye that sees existence as beautiful.
• To the most sincere heart, my mother, who has passed away to your mercy. Oh God, have mercy on her with your mercy that encompasses everything.
• Life no longer has any flavor after my mother. My friend and beloved are gone. She is gone in body but remains alive in my heart. How difficult it is to long for someone who is gone. May God have mercy on you and forgive you, O spring of tenderness.
• My mother left and tenderness left with her. My father left and safety left with him. May God have mercy on them and make them dwell in Your Paradise.
• Because blessings do not last, my mother passed away.

Thoughts about parting with a mother

The first thought

I yearn for you, my mother, when the night falls and I share a beautiful morning with you. I yearn for you, my mother, morning and evening, and at every moment. I lean toward you and am patient with myself. I enjoy my eyes with the look of your face. I linger and long to meet you every now and then, and whatever I say or write about you is little, at my ease, how many nights have I stayed up. And your heart ached when you left, and the overflow of feelings from you overflowed, I gathered the virtues, my mother, you, and you were perfect for us Fadil, if great engagements befall me, your tenderness is with me, I have the way, and my sadness if a moment of love from you overwhelms me, it is acceptable, if I miss my father for a moment, you become my age. You are the breadwinner, thanks to you, my mother, the difficulties go away, and your prayer, my mother, is a torrent to my heart. Your tenderness, my mother, is the healing of my wounds, the balm of my life, and my shade. For your age, my mother, you are the guide. To my mother’s embrace I always yearn. A gentle breeze is upon me. O my mother, you are the spring of life, the color of flowers, and a flowing spring. For your grace, my mother, the foreheads are humbled in submission to your destiny, an authentic custom, and your memory is perfume and your embrace is warmth. May my Lord, the Most High, the Majestic, rest in peace.

The second thought

Mom provoke gasps; So the moment escapes, I summon the words; So the lesson chokes me, the pain squeezes me, my courage disappears, and despair destroys me. The wait is long and I end it with forgiveness. How severe is the burden of separation, and how miserable is the one who lives it, oh the most beautiful thing in myself and in my life, oh the open air from which I used to breathe inside me, I call you and I wander to you, my feeling searches for you. And my dreams imagine your picture, you are the meaning of my life, lines from my pen I draw your letters, and your destiny in my chest exceeds my writings, your picture every day I embrace, and the feelings of my heart I write down, the darkness of distance overshadows me, I have become like a drowning woman drowning in a sea of ​​her tears, your departure, mother, is a burden that leaves in the soul and in the heart. Pain, how cruel life is without you, my mother. Feet the color of the night are crushing me, and my tears burned the eyelids of my eyes. My heartbeat says to my mother, if a mountain were in my place, it would crumble and disappear. My mother, I will never forget you forever. I will never forget you, perfume of jasmine. I will never forget you, scent of the winds. I will never forget. Your big heart, oh love I lost, I pledge to you while you are in God’s hands that I will be righteous and loyal to you, oh you who planted love in our hearts and the hearts of everyone around you without affectation or flattery, oh you who gave affectionately compassion between people, and you left us, as if fate wanted me to swallow bitterness. Separation and the loneliness of distance, have mercy on you, O Lord. The words end, the letters end, and your name remains in my blood, in my veins, and on my tongue. How can I fulfill your rights with my words? How can I commiserate with you when I am in need of someone to commiserate with me in you? I love you, mother, and I miss you.

The third thought

Where are you, my mother, a pure soul that wanders around me, my warm embrace? How much I complained to him about my worries. With your separation, my mother, security left me. I felt a stranger in time and place. You went and all tenderness went with you. My mother, my pure soul. Wandering around me, oh warm embrace, how I complained To Him is my concern. I feel your fragrant spirit shadowing me in my comings and goings, following me. You, my love, are always with me. Your words never escape my hearing. I can even feel your fingertips gently wiping my tears. You whisper and say Lin: Do not cry, do not cry, for, as the Lord of the Worlds said, I am among the living in His presence. And in heaven I walk, my mother, oh pure soul, wandering around me, oh warm embrace, how I complained to him about my worries, I miss your embrace and you.

The fourth thought

My eyes cried from the pain of separation, and my sad heart responded with burning: How can the heart forget you, mother? O you who have calmed down in my heart, set a date for me with separation. So the sadness was coming, and the parting said to me: What is the matter with this heart of sadness, it has died; So I tried to speak or explain that deep sadness, I tried to explain that painful feeling, I tried to express to the separation the pain that swept the heart, but I could not; So the letters of parting came to me from the heart to say them, and from the soul I sent them, and from the pain I wrote them. My soul blamed me for your separation, my eyes blamed me for your departure, and the sad heart blamed me for your absence. I left you and my heart was your prisoner. I left you while my eyes were crying for you. I left you and my lips did not forget your name. My sad heart will still remember you, and my aching pen will remain. Prisoner of your memory, the blood of the heart mixed with the ink of the pen to remind you, I shot my heart with an arrow of sorrows; So your arrow settled in the core of the conscience, and the heart cried at the memory of who he was.

Poetry in separation from the mother

My mother's poem

• The poem belongs to the poet Mahmoud Mufleh, who was born in 1943 AD in the town of Samkh, near the town of Tiberias in Palestine. After the Nakba occurred in Palestine in 1948, he immigrated to Syria, lived in Daraa, and studied the first educational stages in its schools, then studied the certificate of eligibility for primary education in Suwayda. He obtained an Arabic language degree from the University of Damascus, where he obtained his bachelor’s degree in 1967. He says in his poem:

What I heard was as if I had not heard the news

Has my heart become a stone in its ribs?

Mali froze and my rhyme did not shake

I neither felt nor saw any poetry

As if all the hair shafts had become old

Who has dried the hair? Who has betrayed the hair?

I am the one whose strings played a tune

He shook the tree, the corn, the birds, and the trees

I was silent and did not utter a rhyme

Didn't I see tears falling in my eyes?

Did the sand dry up my feelings and make me dry?

So poetry became neither science nor news?

Was I unable to express my regret?

As if I did not listen to Ghada Al-Durra! ?

My mother dies with her right hand on my liver

O mother of your mercy, the heart has been broken

Shake my bed, I am still a boy

And tell me that the wind has roared..

And dry my sweat, for the summer inflames me

And I poured water so that I could make up for my rest with it

Extend your hands as you used to touch them

I arose and the dawn had set out

And surround me...that eye is a traitor

How many times I saw eyes that ignited sparks

And summer songs on my lips

And hold me close to my pillow, the star and the moon

Your voice, mother, still follows me

O Lord, restore a loved one who is addicted to travel

O Lord, protect him from all evil people

Harm, maliciousness, and danger were averted from him

And my God healed the wound, and it came upon my son

You, my lord, will force what is broken

Oh Lord, the tears of mothers have dried up here

So they sent down rain and rain on us

All the birds returned from their migration

When will we return to our nests in groups?

May God have mercy on a husband whose breadwinner has drowned

In the darkness of the prison, she could not see a trace of him

And a child whenever her colleague said

Did your father come? The heart split and exploded

May God have mercy on an old man who crawled on a stick

Over the course of a long night, he almost lost his sight

O you who returned Joseph to Jacob

Do not leave the sheikh alone who cannot stand his feelings

O Lord, what is the sin of free people if they stand up?

Like the mountains and the waves of injustice have become intoxicated? !

Your voice, mother, still flogs me

I offended and came today to apologize

No, by the One who created the world and shaped it

I have never betrayed your covenant, I have never broken ties

But tribulations have befallen our arena

It brought to mind the one who had tamed the thought

My mother was dying and I wasn't terrified to see her

I did not recite a surah over her body

Nor did I carry her funeral on my shoulders

And I didn't walk with the machines considering

A poem when my mother's ghost visited me

• The poem belongs to the poet Gamal Morsi, who was born in Kafr El-Sheikh in 1957 AD. He is a member of the Egyptian Writers Union. He also published two poetry collections: Ghurba, Sea Shells and Pearls of the Soul, in addition to a third collection with other poets: On the Balcony of the Moon. He says in his poem:

O ghost of my mother, come to my mind and mind

So renew the youth of life and send my feelings

I long for a tender chest to embrace me

So long, O Specter, are you my visitor?

Years of tears have passed, and they have not stopped

My heart is submissive to him, even if he does not speak out loud

It has, like the turbulence of the sea, a similar wave

And in generosity and bestowal there is the magic of surroundings

And in the statement of the clear truth to Him is the Most High

He was not afraid, mother, of the oppression of an oppressor

And I have blessings in my heart, my life

I turn a blind eye to the sanctity of God

And I have a feeling that swells my youth

And the flowers of a garden, and the delicacy of a poet

And I have a longing heart that melts and crumbles

He is chaste and has not been subjected to obscenity or immorality

Strong in all endeavors and persistent

And he is not on the verge of separation with patience

I am the ghost of my mother, come back, for I am alone

We stayed up late, and in the depths there was a confusion of sorrow

We count our seconds and take a nap

The old dream brings it back to my present

For without a dream I am like a star without space

Without love, I am like the rock of a quarry

Oh my mother's face, let my hand touch the corn

It strives to the heights like a bird

Say goodbye to me, O morning light, with her face

I light up the dial, and even brighten my insights

And increase me in spoils as my Lord wills

The traveler has increased purity and morals

With my morals, I am dominant over creation

I did not fill them with money or jewels

I learned your good judgment and my acumen

I was not a traitor, and I am not leaving

But the wolves of the night raged, lurking

With my flesh and nerves if I am not careful

Whoever is not like me will go with a claw

Strong, what length of nails can do?

And whoever does not have a loud voice in the truth

He was hurt by the sounds of the softest throats

It is even more appropriate for the person whose adversary was the statement

Refraining from issuing fatwas and abandoning pulpits

Oh, my beautiful mother, go back to being fresh as you were

And do not be disturbed by what you saw in my present

This is the new century and world

He gets lost in the swords of fleeting worries

Wars have humans as bait and torch

And if a fire is kindled, it will not leave

And injustice from which the head turns gray and bows

Through it, a person tastes the abundance of the poor

And hunger made the child more and more miserable

It collapsed, so where is the justice? Tell me, my debater

This is a Jew who spreads his injustice

Corruption, and Jerusalem has turned away from the immoral

And my people, the children of Islam have become their swords

Symbols on the walls, folding notebooks

That's why I, my mother's ghost, are in tears

Sad, and my delusion exceeded all my thoughts

If you visit me, you will be honored, O best visitor

He brought scent and perfume from the best visitor

And if dreams abandon you, I will

On the promise, I will not forget even if you are Hajiri

So be a help to me and the master of the house during my exile

And after the master of the house, be my fortress and my helper