I fought with d3ath when I was giving birth to you. I spent sleepless nights when you were sick and crying. I never ate without feeding you first. I bore so many pains to bring you to the stage that you are in today. How will you repay me my son?
Son:
When I grow up, I will find a good job and earn lots of money for you so you can enjoy the pleasures of this world.
Mother:
Your father is doing this already and I do not expect this from you too. By the time you are earning, I will be old and will not be in need of any worldly luxuries.
Son:
I will find a pious lady and marry her so she can cook for you and take care of you.
Mother:
That is not her duty my son and neither should you marry for that reason. It is not compulsory on her to do any service to me, neither do I expect this from her. Your marriage should be for you, a companion and a comfort for you as you go through this journey of life.
Son:
Tell me mother how can I repay you then?
Mother:
(With tears in her eyes)
Visit or call me often. A mother only requires this much from you while she is alive. Then when I di3 give me your shoulder and b.ury me. Whenever you perform prayers, supplicate for me. Give out in charity for me. Remember your every good deed will benefit me in the hereafter so be good and kind always. Your every good deed becomes my repayment. Will you do it my son?
Son:
(Cannot speak and has tears in his eyes)
May we all be of those that are a coolness of our parents eyes and a means of their purification
