My Mother — Page 163
Farewell 163 I was forty-five when she died, and forty-three years have since passed. Life, by Allah’s grace, has been full, but the undercurrent of yearning and remembrance continues to flow as strongly as ever. Maternal tenderness never fails to move me and lack of filial consideration hurts deeply. In the midst of the distracting turmoil of life I am upheld by the comforting hope of reunion with my parents and all the righteous. That hope derives from the Divine promise: ‘In the case of those believers whose children follow in their footsteps in the matter of faith, We shall join their children with them, and We shall not in any way reduce the reward of their work’ (52:23). Lord, shower the blessings of Thy mercy on the graves of my parents, Admit them, of Thy perfect grace, into Thy House of Bounties. Amen.