A mother carries what nobody knows.
The sleepless nights, the silent tears,
The whispered duas through endless years.
She wakes before the morning light,
Praying softly in the quiet night.
While the world still dreams in peace,
A mother’s love is so sweet.
In Islam, her rank stands high,
Like stars that decorate the sky.
For Muhammad ﷺ taught with words so bright, that mothers deserve
the greatest right.
“Your mother,” he said, not once but three,
Before the father’s place would be.
A lesson powerful, deep, and true,
About the sacrifices mothers do.
She carries a child through pain and fear,
With hope and patience year by year.
Her hands may tremble, her body tired,
Yet love & mercy for her child.
She feeds you first though she may starve,
And hides her pain behind her heart.
She smiles while carrying heavy days,
Still guiding her children to righteous ways.
A Muslim mother plants the seed,
Of faith, of prayer, of every deed.
She teaches Bismillah with gentle care,
And raises souls through love and prayer.
When storms arrive and hope feels small,
A mother stands through it all.
Her dua follows wherever you roam,
Turning distant places into home.
Paradise beneath her feet is right,
Her status raised by the Lord of mankind.
But through mercy, struggle and sacrifice,
and daily battles no one writes.
She is the Star in the dark,
The steady hand, the beating heart.
A quiet hero a child will miss,
Yet Jannah itself is linked to this.
And among life’s treasures, pure and true,
There is no love like the love she gives to you.
سبحانك اللهم وبحمدك أشهد ان لا اله الا انت استغفرك وأتوب اليك