Maa [mother] Hamida Heavenly character A happy Mother Day post

    

Hello  Dear   Friends!


Hope  and  pray    that   all  of  you  are   having   wonderful  time  out   there   with   you   beautiful   hearts   and   enlightened   souls.

Today   i   am   sharing   with   you   about   someone   very   special   from   my   teenage   memories .

I   feel   myself   so   lucky   to   have    many   pure   and   simple   people  around  me   when   i  was  child  and   grew   among   those   beautiful   souls  who  left   unforgettable    effect  on  my   heart   forever.

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Maa  Hamido  was   one  of   them.   Her  name  was  Muhammad bibi   but  due   to   her   motherly   attitude   towards   everybody   she  was  called  Maa hamido  .  Maa  means  mother   and  Hamido  was   torn  part  of  her  name .Her   selfless   love   and   care  for   people   of  the  village  made  the   word  Maa [mother]   permanent   part   of   her   name .

I   did   not   notice   her   when   i   was   child  much   but   in   my   teenage  my   consciousness    identified   her   as   a   lovingly   old   lady [70 plus]  whom   i   saw   often   around   while     playing  with   my   girlfriends  .We  girls    when   play  or   swing   in   the   garden   among   fields   Maa  hamido   often   asked   us   " are   you   feeling   thirsty   girls , should   i   bring   you   some   water ?  and   if   we   say   yes   she   would   brought   water   for  us.

During   the   play   if   some  one   fell  or  got   thorn   in  foot   Maa  hamido   would   come  hurriedly  and   gave   child  hug   ,pull  thorn out   and   clean   the  wound   with   her   scarf  [doptta]  .I   remember  so   well   when    once    a   scorpion   bit   on   my   foot  thumb   i   was   terrified  with   pain  .It   felt   as   there   are   huge   flames   of   fire   floating   inside   my  whole   leg .   I   was    14  then .

Nobody   including   my   mom  did   not  know   that   what   cure   will   give   the  relief . Doctor  was  available  in  town  one  hour  away  then.  Maa  hamido  who   was   our   neighbor   then   ran   to   our   house   and   start   pressing   my   leg   with   one   hand  and   with   other   hand   she   was   waving   hand  fan  to   make  me   feel   comfortable[that   day  there  was  windstorm  which   blew   away  the   wire   from  electric  poles].

That   whole   night   she   sat   with   me  and   asked   my   mother   to   sleep .Whole   night   she   waved   hand  fan [ huge  feather  shaped, made up  of  dry  leaves of date tree] and  repeatedly   tried  to   give   me   strength  with   her   loving  words. She   kept  reciting   verses   from   Holy  Book   as   she   believed   only   this   was  the  cure .

I  cannot   forget  that   night  till  my   last  breath when   circumstances   suddenly   enlarged   and   cleared   her   personality  before   my   eyes.  I   felt   better  till  next   day   and  after   three   days  pain  was   disappeared  completely  and   i   start   going  school.  But  now   Maa hamido   was  very   special   for   me  .i   intentionally    observed   her   routine .

She  was   widow   since   her   early   youth .  She    lived   with   her   only   son  who   was   farmer  and   had   a   wife   and   a   daughter.   She    was   near   her   80s   yet   her   face   had  a   strange   glow  that   attracted  eyes  irresistibly .  Glow  of   her   child   like   innocent   face   was  powerful.
One   can   not  resist   the  charm  she   had  in  her   simple   personality .Her   wrinkled    face  always   had   everlasting  smile  sometime   deep   sometime   light  but  always  there  to   cheer  up  who  looked  at   her .Her   eye   were  yellowish   and  had   shine   of   innocence .

I   saw   her   for   years   to   serve   the   people   selflessly .In   winters   she   wandered  in  garden  gathered  woods   to   heat  up  the  water   of   tank   which  was  placed  in  the  front  yard  of  village   mosque  so  men  who  came  to  offer  prayer  can  wash   themselves  with  warm   water.
All   such   duties   she   did  were  her   own   choice  no   body   asked   her   to   do .Visiting   sick taking   their   care  .Baby  sitting   for   young   mothers   who  had  lot   other  to  do.

I   cannot   tell   you   how   her   loving   and   kind   personality   was   great   support   for   everyone  in   the   village .When   our   own   house   was   built   and   we  moved  from  her   neighbor  i   cried  while  hugging  her  tight .

After   some   years   one  day   i   returned  from   school  and   heard  that   Maa  hamido  has  died  .I   ran   to   her   house  down  in  village   and  sat   near  her   charpai[local bed]  i  touched   her   face  with   my   right   hand   it   was  cold . She   was   the   only   person  i  touched  after   death  .Tears   were   slipping  from   my   eyes   constantly   without  any  voice  though   my   heart   was   calling   for   her.

She  was  special ,i  loved  her , i  still   fee

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l    think  she   affected   my   life  in  many   positive   ways . I  want   to  be  Maa hamido .May  her  soul  rest   in  peace and  may  my   heart  beat   like her's .amen.

Take  great   care   dear  friends ,stay  strong,happy  and  positive.love  yourself so  you can love  all around  you!
God  Bless  you  All!