Helping my mom.
Taking care of the children like they were my own.
Cleaning the house like my own house.
Cooking the family food like a mother would cook for her family.
I feel so proud
like a child taking first step.
She is capable.
She is helpful.
She is kind.
My heart tells me to keep it up.
Never give up.
Keep helping.
Be kinda.
Be responsible.
If I don't help her right now.
If i don't giver her my time right now.
If I don't respect her right now.
If I don't honor her right now.
I don't want to have any regret.
I need to help her before she into the grave.
I need to help her right now.
If I didn't help her when she was in the earth.
I can't help her when she dies?
I'm begging Allah to not take her away from me.
I love her.
World without her is nothing to me.
No sleep a day without her.
She is my everything and I have like the sky that has space.
I tell my secrets.
I can't convince how much I love her inside.
My mom is sweet as honey.
Whenever I am worrying about something.
She is the one who helps me to get through the worries in my head and the sadness in my face.