So I came back from visiting my mum and siblings in Somalia and it was honestly so nice and refreshing. Thankfully I got to see them for about 6 weeks. I hadn’t seen them for a whole 11 months. It really does sound crazy saying that considering I’ve always lived in a nuclear family where all my siblings and parents lived under one roof.
Living away from my mum taught me a lot. I was always reliant on her emotionally and otherwise. I didn’t realise a lot of the things she did for me. I also had no idea just how much I would miss the little things. For example coming home to a fragrant, clean house and hot food. Also I loved coming home and just telling mum all about my day or sometimes ranting about whatever bothered me. She was my security blanket and I missed her.
It did take a while to adjust to my new life but I did anyway.
I learnt to appreciate the significance of family especially my mum. In Islam, your parents are given so much importance and in particular the mother. I can blatantly see why now. My mum always put her children first, constantly thinking about their well being and happiness. She sacrificed a lot of herself for us and worked so hard all throughout our lives. I really didn’t appreciate my mum enough. If I had a disagreement with her, I would shout and try to get my way, If she told me to do something for her sometimes I would selfishly say no in a outright manner. I feel like living apart made me think of her as a human and not some robot who’s programmed to do everything. She made everything look so easy.
I developed a whole load of respect for my mum. She really is a superhero. There literally is no way I can give back to her or even thank her for the infinite things she’s done. I guess one thing I can do now is look after her and remember her. I feel like the worst thing I could do is forget her and get too involved in my own life.
There was still some good that came out of living separately. I became so much more independent and responsible for my own life. I learnt how to make decisions for myself primarily with my own influence. I got a kickstart into ‘adulthood’ and a real feel for what having responsibilities was like. Going back to Somalia, I found myself longing for that independence although it was so nice having actual proper meals (lol).
I thank god for giving me such an awesome mum. I’m so lucky to have had this amazing gift all throughout my life. I guess my conclusion is to always love your parents and remember everything they gave you. At the end of the day whilst people are coming in and out of your life , they’re still there. When you progress to the next stage of your life, they’re still there. When you’re lost and in need, they’re still there. Waiting for you.