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8 lies of a mother


This story begins when I was a child: I was born
poor. Often we hadn’t enough to eat. Whenever
we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her
rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice,
son! I’m not hungry.”

This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish
in a river near our house; she hoped that from
the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit
more nutritious food for my growth. Once she
had caught just two fish, she would make fish
soup. While I was eating the soup, mother
would sit beside me and eat what was still left
on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart
was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the
other fish to her on my chopstick but she
immediately refused it and said, “Eat this fish,
son! I don’t really like fish.”

This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother
went to a Match Factory to bring home some
used match boxes which she filled with fresh
match sticks.. This helped her get some money
to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke t¯ find Mother filling the match boxes by
candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go t¯sleep; it’s
late: you can continue working tomorrow
morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep,
son! I’m not tired.”

This was Mother’s Third Lie

When I had to sit my Final Examination,
Mother accompanied me.. After dawn, Mother
waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun.
When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother
embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that
she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not
as strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother
covered with perspiration; I at once gave her
my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother
said “Drink, son! I’m not thirsty! ”.

This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the
role of a single parent. She held on to her
former job; she had to fund our needs alone.
Our family’s life was more complicated. We
suffered from starvation. Seeing our family’s
condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived
near my house never came to help us solve our
problems big or small.
Our other neighbours saw that we were
poverty stricken so they often advised my
mother to marry again. But Mother refused t¯ remarry saying “I don’t need love.”

This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job,
it was time for my old Mother to retire but she
carried on going to the market every morning
just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her
money but she was steadfast and even sent the
money back to me. She said, “I have enough

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my
Master’s Degree. Funded by the American
Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in
my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in
America but Mother didn’t want to bother her
son; she said to me “I’m not used to high

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer
and had to be hospitalized. Now living far
across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother
who was bedridden after an operation. Mother
tried to smile but I was heartbroken because
she was so thin and feeble but Mother said,
“Don’t cry, son! I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died.


M – O – T – H – E – R
“M” is for the Million things she gave me,
“O” means Only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the Tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her Heart of gold,
“E” is for her Eyes with love-light shining in
“R” means Right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER”
a word that means the world to me.
For those of us who are so fortunate to be
blessed with our Mom’s presence,
this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.
kate innocent

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I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'

A piece of Africa in Asia.
Thirst, hunger and hysteria.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Expanse of unexplored sea.
Here each child is born unfree.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'

Walls of steel and concrete.
Freedom confined to streets.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

They're born and will die here.
Must live in shadows of fear.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Bulldozed houses in ruins.
Within them the playful urchins.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Fire rains from time to time.
Asking for freedom is crime.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Stop screaming, O mother!
Here lay dead your brother.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Like Hitler Jailers are strong.
Much above right and wrong.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Hitler's foes walk in his steps.
Each day cruelty oversteps.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

Inside calvary and martyrdom.
Outside cowardice is dumb.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.

On world map I am just a dot.
But still era's big black spot.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.
I am Gaza, 'Mother of all Prisons'.
Md. Asadullah

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twin sister of the sun
Cousin of the azure blue skies
Black pearl of the atlantic sea
Your charm and beauty enchant
millions from far away lands.

filthy shameless whore
Whose large bossom ocean vessels
caress recklessly
and suckle day and night

Mother of market women
Drunk always with pursuit of profit
Reeking always of squalor

Strong loving mother
toiling and hustling daily
In the face of merciless suns
And in the chill of murderous nights
To feed your bastard children

Mother of a household of commotion
Mother of a thousand shanty households
Mother of a million starving children
Lagos you are my sweet mother.

Ever happy mother
what sin have you committed
to make your children treat
you so callously?
Burdened by their incessant needs
you no longer walk with dignified shoulders
Your graceful and elegant poise
now replaced with the faltering
uncoordinated dance of a raving lunatic.

Lagos my sweet kind mother,
see how miserable you have become
carrying the bitter burden of
caring for your countless
see how like a hunchback you
bear the brunt of catering for them
cursing always
like a drunken masquerade under
the yoke of their daily demands

Tell me, mother would these
rascal children of yours
who gather daily in large
numbers to feast at your table.
These callous children who steal
food out of your mouth and fight
over your property
would they still gather
around you when you
no longer have any food to give them?

Dear mother, remember it was you who
lured us all away from our
fathers' fields and farmlands
into your atlantic palour
Remember, mother that it was you who
plucked all of us from the sweet suckle
of our mothers' breasts to live in your house
Remember oh lagos how you enticed us all
with promises of wealth and fine wine
Remember your promise of the good life
And now you forsake us all!
Oh how we starve at
your table, mother!

Henry Isiekwe

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Prayer of Navratri

Benevolent mother, Goddess Durga!
You are the mother of universe
You are the strength of the deities.

Mother! we fully devote, to you;
the first nine sacred days of autumn
and the first nine sacred days of spring.

Mother! accept my prayer and worship
of the Navratris, your holy nine nights
and keep blessed in your all manifestations.

Form of mother nature, Mother Shailputri!
Daughter of mountain king Himalaya!
bestow us the power and energy.

The gorgeous form, Mother Brahmcharini!
let the world live sacred and pure,
let the universe be filled with love and peace.

Having three eyes, Mother Chandraghanta!
holding crescent moon on your head,
establish justice and fairness in the world.

Holding eight hands, Mother Kushmaanda!
provide all and every thing we need
to survive and for the comfortable live.

Mother Skand Mata! The Goddess of fire!
give us power and wisdom to distinguish,
the right from the wrong and follow truth.

Mother Kaatyayini! Riding on lion
You persistently battle against the evil;
continue to slay bad and deceitful entities.

Hey Maa Kaalratri! Shubhamkari
Destroyer of the darkness and fear
don’t let the evils grow and keep us fearless.

Riding on bull, Mother Maha Gauri!
liberate the world of evil forces
and radiate the peace in the universe.

Mother Sidhidaatri! The greatest power
You’re invincible power, giver of boons to Gods;
keep us blessed and fulfil our wishes.

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