My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world.
(Source: romanceinthedarkness, via live-with-no-apologies)
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Looking back now it seems so strange,
to see how much things and people have changed.
From weak to strong, from right to wrong
everything is different.
But it seems as though none of this change is good.
Especially since no one’s voice can ever be understood.
Mine is an example with its cry for sanity.
But it’s blocked out by another’s cry for popularity.
All that way cherished had been kicked to the curb.
Instead of dealing with issues they go undisturbed.
So now precious memories to us have been destroyed.
And we use one another’s emotions like they’re toys.
We’ve lost the sweetness, the kindness, the innocence in it all.
Someone please tell where in God’s name we went wrong.
- By me (Zahra)
