Shehab Ur Rehman
November 2, 2023—The day my world shattered in an instant. My mother, who was perfectly fine, suddenly left us. It was so unexpected that I couldn’t bring myself to believe it. The moment I received the news of her passing, it felt as if everything around me had frozen, as if time had stopped, as if someone had ripped my soul from my body. I was helpless and in shock, unable to comprehend anything.
I always saw my mother as a strong, lively, and loving person. She was not just our mother; she was our paradise, our peace, and our strength. Her presence made everything feel complete. But that day, when she left us, it felt like the most precious part of my life had been taken away.
I remember the last time I spoke to her—it was just moments before she left this world. I had no idea that it would be our final conversation. If I had known, I would have talked to her even more, sat beside her, looked at her face intently, and cherished every word she said. But, sadly, death comes unannounced and takes everything away without warning.
When her passing was announced, I was shattered from within. It felt as if I was losing my mind, as if a part of me had been torn away. And then came the most heartbreaking moment—I watched my mother being lowered into her grave. I saw my paradise being buried in the soil. Is there any moment more painful than this? I don’t think so.
Time keeps moving forward, but the pain of her absence refuses to fade. People say time heals all wounds, but the wound left by a mother’s departure seems unhealable. Even today, my heart tells me that she has just gone somewhere and will be back soon. Sometimes, I imagine the door opening and my mother walking in with a warm smile. But then, reality hits me like a harsh slap, pulling me out of my dreams.
In the stillness of the night, when everyone is asleep, I lose myself in her memories. Her voice, her words, her prayers, and her love—everything plays in my mind like a never-ending reel. I can never forget how she was my shield in every hardship, how she shared my pain as if it were her own, and how she was the happiest when I succeeded in life.
My mother’s passing has taught me the greatest lesson of life—never take time for granted. We should cherish every moment with our loved ones as if it were our last, because we never know what tomorrow holds.
I pray to Allah to grant my mother the highest place in Jannah and to give me the strength to bear this loss. Because the truth is, life is never the same without a mother—it’s like a lamp without light, like a body without a soul.
