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Mother


If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

-Rudyard Kipling

A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand

- Helen Steiner Rice


Like the poet says a mother's love is far beyond defining and defies all explanation, no..?

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Posted: 16 years ago
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I always marvel at the special relationship shared by a mother and child. The bondage of love and trust is unbelievable. A mum will sacrifice her life to save a child. Not just humans but even animals too have such an attachment.
Edited by Summer3 - 16 years ago
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Posted: 16 years ago
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Originally posted by: Summer3

I always marvel at the special relationship shared by a mother and child. The bondage of love and trust is unbelievable. A mum will sacrifice her life to save a child. Not just humans but even animals too have such an attachment.



Yup, nothing equals mother-child relationship..!😊
No other person's love can be as intense as a mother's love, be it, father, lover, wife, child whoever!
There are exceptions ofcourse.
And also there are mothers who are not able to show much affection towards their children because of variety of reasons. A poor mother wont have much time to spend with her children as she has to work day and night to feed her children. Their are countless number of such mothers in India..
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Posted: 16 years ago
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Even the mother of a Taliban Tribe cannot hold back her love for the children who were forced to be suicide bombers. It is all very sad.

Bombs and beatings: Life among the Taliban

In Pakistan an account of life with the Taliban has emerged from a 13-year-old girl called Meena, who says her own family tried to turn her into a suicide bomber.

There is no independent confirmation of her account but police say they believe she is telling the truth, and her information could be valuable.

Meena told her story to our Pakistan correspondent Orla Guerin.

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Meena's brother dispatched many young suicide bombers, she says

My brother used to tell me that the place for a woman is either at home or in the grave. I was always restricted to home.

He said: "If you leave the house I'll cut off your head and put it on your chest."

My brother had been to the local school and beaten the girls and the teachers.

He said anyone who wanted to study was a friend of America.

I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted it so much that once I dreamt I was sitting in a hospital, working as a doctor. I wanted to help the poor, those who cannot afford medical fees.

Taliban commanders used to come to our house. There was an underground bunker beside the house, with electricity.

It was concrete and very strong. Cars would drive on top but no-one would realise what was underneath. In that hideout they used to train suicide bombers.

Most were children of my age or younger than me. They were used for these activities because they were too young to know any better.

Going to 'paradise'

I used to see these children getting on a vehicle to go for their missions. They used loud Islamic CDs to motivate them.

And I would think, "My God, more Muslims are going to be buried". Then the news would come that more Muslims were wiped out.

Aftermath of a suicide bombing in Peshawar, Pakistan, October 2009
Meena says her brother helped plan a suicide attack in Peshawar

My brother used to prepare bombs and my sister-in-law did too. He told me that he would teach me this. I told him no. I would not even look at what they were doing.

My father and brother told me to carry out a suicide attack. They were pressuring me to do this.

They told me: "If you do it you will go to paradise long before us." I replied: "Why don't you tell me I will go to hell long before you?"

Every day they used to tell me this. Every day. I was very young when they started telling me this. I said to them: "What about all the people I will kill? They are all Muslims."

They started beating me when I refused. They beat me non-stop. They made my life hell. I never had a single moment of happiness. They did everything other than kill me.

Bomber's medicine

They said: "The bomb will be connected with a button, or something like the remote control of a TV. We will give you this kind of remote, and you will go to the place.

"We will also give you a mobile, and we will ring that phone, and press the remote, and you will be blown up with this bomb."

They attached a bomb to my sister Nahida

They told me they would use such a large amount of explosives that no-one would even know if it was a man or a woman.

They told me that I had to do it.

There was a kind of medicine they used to give to the bombers that made them go around smiling, in a trance.

They said they would give me that medicine, and then I would go running to die - with a smile. I was so scared I decided to prepare my own tea, and my own food.

I was afraid they would mix that medicine with my food.

Sister's story

They attached a bomb to my sister Nahida. They tied rectangular pieces to both her arms, and a black strip was wrapped around both her legs.

Meena is now in safe in the hands of police
Meena fled the Taliban and is now in a secure location

Then they connected the whole thing. She told my brother the bomb was heavy and she could not walk.

He said she would be comfortable once she was sitting down in the car.

They gave her medicine. But she was crying very loud for my mother. She kept going to her and hugging her. When my sister looked down at the bomb, she shivered.

Then my brother and my father started beating my mother, and they were shouting: "Why you are distracting the girl from her mission?"

I heard my sister saying: "Where is Meena? I want to see her." But I didn't have the strength. My heart couldn't take it.

My mother fainted when they put her in the car. My brother said my sister's attack was in Afghanistan.

I always think about my sister. She was healthy and a very nice girl. She was younger than me, but she was wiser. My mother used to tell me that I was an idiot, but she was very wise.

A 'lucky' goat

My brother was involved in the Khyber Bazaar bombing (in the frontier city of Peshawar in October 2009, in which more than 50 people were killed). It was discussed in the house.

I want these Taliban to be burned alive

When someone was sent somewhere they would talk about the target.

They would say: "We are sending this group there."

After the bombings they would celebrate. They would garland each other with flowers as people do when they come back from the Haj.

When [former Pakistani Prime Minister] Benazir Bhutto died my brother started calling everybody. They started firing, and saying "Benazir has died, Benazir has died". Everybody started firing - they celebrated until it was very late.

My brother visited a friend's house after many years and was given a goat and a motorbike which he brought home.

They used to get animals as gifts because there were so many Taliban to be fed. He asked me to take care of the goat but she ran out of the gate. I went after her.

Police officer in Lower Dir, Pakistan
Police officers in Lower Dir believe Meena is telling the truth

Our house was on a ridge. There was a stream down below. She went down to the stream and I followed her. A plane came making a lot of noise, and vibrations. (This was an attack by a helicopter gunship.)

When I looked back up to my place all I could see was a lot of smoke rising. My house was turned into rubble.

I didn't have a clue about how many of my family members were dead or alive. Since that place was full of arms and explosives I could hear big bangs.

Then I started walking and by the evening prayers I had reached a local town.

People say I have a strong heart. I've had to be strong. What can I do? God won't even let me die.

If my brother gets hold of me, I will poison him and myself.

The Taliban slaughter other people's children. They turn women into widows. They should be made to suffer too.

I want these Taliban to be burned alive

Edited by Summer3 - 16 years ago
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Posted: 16 years ago
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I agree the relationship between a mother and her child is special.
A mother is least selfish as well as most selfish when it comes to her child.
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Posted: 16 years ago
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Originally posted by: Summer3

Even the mother of a Taliban Tribe cannot hold back her love for the children who were forced to be suicide bombers. It is all very sad.

Bombs and beatings: Life among the Taliban

In Pakistan an account of life with the Taliban has emerged from a 13-year-old girl called Meena, who says her own family tried to turn her into a suicide bomber.

There is no independent confirmation of her account but police say they believe she is telling the truth, and her information could be valuable.

Meena told her story to our Pakistan correspondent Orla Guerin.

Advertisement

Meena's brother dispatched many young suicide bombers, she says

My brother used to tell me that the place for a woman is either at home or in the grave. I was always restricted to home.

He said: "If you leave the house I'll cut off your head and put it on your chest."

My brother had been to the local school and beaten the girls and the teachers.

He said anyone who wanted to study was a friend of America.

I wanted to be a doctor. I wanted it so much that once I dreamt I was sitting in a hospital, working as a doctor. I wanted to help the poor, those who cannot afford medical fees.

Taliban commanders used to come to our house. There was an underground bunker beside the house, with electricity.

It was concrete and very strong. Cars would drive on top but no-one would realise what was underneath. In that hideout they used to train suicide bombers.

Most were children of my age or younger than me. They were used for these activities because they were too young to know any better.

Going to 'paradise'

I used to see these children getting on a vehicle to go for their missions. They used loud Islamic CDs to motivate them.

And I would think, "My God, more Muslims are going to be buried". Then the news would come that more Muslims were wiped out.

Aftermath of a suicide bombing in Peshawar, Pakistan, October 2009
Meena says her brother helped plan a suicide attack in Peshawar

My brother used to prepare bombs and my sister-in-law did too. He told me that he would teach me this. I told him no. I would not even look at what they were doing.

My father and brother told me to carry out a suicide attack. They were pressuring me to do this.

They told me: "If you do it you will go to paradise long before us." I replied: "Why don't you tell me I will go to hell long before you?"

Every day they used to tell me this. Every day. I was very young when they started telling me this. I said to them: "What about all the people I will kill? They are all Muslims."

They started beating me when I refused. They beat me non-stop. They made my life hell. I never had a single moment of happiness. They did everything other than kill me.

Bomber's medicine

They said: "The bomb will be connected with a button, or something like the remote control of a TV. We will give you this kind of remote, and you will go to the place.

"We will also give you a mobile, and we will ring that phone, and press the remote, and you will be blown up with this bomb."

They attached a bomb to my sister Nahida

They told me they would use such a large amount of explosives that no-one would even know if it was a man or a woman.

They told me that I had to do it.

There was a kind of medicine they used to give to the bombers that made them go around smiling, in a trance.

They said they would give me that medicine, and then I would go running to die - with a smile. I was so scared I decided to prepare my own tea, and my own food.

I was afraid they would mix that medicine with my food.

Sister's story

They attached a bomb to my sister Nahida. They tied rectangular pieces to both her arms, and a black strip was wrapped around both her legs.

Meena is now in safe in the hands of police
Meena fled the Taliban and is now in a secure location

Then they connected the whole thing. She told my brother the bomb was heavy and she could not walk.

He said she would be comfortable once she was sitting down in the car.

They gave her medicine. But she was crying very loud for my mother. She kept going to her and hugging her. When my sister looked down at the bomb, she shivered.

Then my brother and my father started beating my mother, and they were shouting: "Why you are distracting the girl from her mission?"

I heard my sister saying: "Where is Meena? I want to see her." But I didn't have the strength. My heart couldn't take it.

My mother fainted when they put her in the car. My brother said my sister's attack was in Afghanistan.

I always think about my sister. She was healthy and a very nice girl. She was younger than me, but she was wiser. My mother used to tell me that I was an idiot, but she was very wise.

A 'lucky' goat

My brother was involved in the Khyber Bazaar bombing (in the frontier city of Peshawar in October 2009, in which more than 50 people were killed). It was discussed in the house.

I want these Taliban to be burned alive

When someone was sent somewhere they would talk about the target.

They would say: "We are sending this group there."

After the bombings they would celebrate. They would garland each other with flowers as people do when they come back from the Haj.

When [former Pakistani Prime Minister] Benazir Bhutto died my brother started calling everybody. They started firing, and saying "Benazir has died, Benazir has died". Everybody started firing - they celebrated until it was very late.

My brother visited a friend's house after many years and was given a goat and a motorbike which he brought home.

They used to get animals as gifts because there were so many Taliban to be fed. He asked me to take care of the goat but she ran out of the gate. I went after her.

Police officer in Lower Dir, Pakistan
Police officers in Lower Dir believe Meena is telling the truth

Our house was on a ridge. There was a stream down below. She went down to the stream and I followed her. A plane came making a lot of noise, and vibrations. (This was an attack by a helicopter gunship.)

When I looked back up to my place all I could see was a lot of smoke rising. My house was turned into rubble.

I didn't have a clue about how many of my family members were dead or alive. Since that place was full of arms and explosives I could hear big bangs.

Then I started walking and by the evening prayers I had reached a local town.

People say I have a strong heart. I've had to be strong. What can I do? God won't even let me die.

If my brother gets hold of me, I will poison him and myself.

The Taliban slaughter other people's children. They turn women into widows. They should be made to suffer too.

I want these Taliban to be burned alive




I remember reading about an incident related to Gujarat riots of 2002.

According to an eye witness, a fully pregnant women's stomach was ripped open, the unborn child was taken out of the womb and was thrown into fire right infront of the mother's eyes..!!😡 😡 😡
The incident does not have any parallel in our history!!
All in the name of religion!!😡

Edited by pogo - 16 years ago
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Posted: 16 years ago
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This thread reminds me of this song(Moderators, plz don't rmove this, it is pertinent to the topic)

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRE0mgSU6Dc[/YOUTUBE]
This makes my eyes water up.
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Posted: 16 years ago
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Originally posted by: debayon

This thread reminds me of this song(Moderators, plz don't rmove this, it is pertinent to the topic)

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRE0mgSU6Dc[/YOUTUBE]
This makes my eyes water up.



Love the song..😊
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Posted: 16 years ago
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Some more videos. A mother's love cannot be replaced for anything in the world. It's the most wonderful thing in the world.😃 I will never will be grateful enough to my mom, who took the pain to give birth to me.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMcg7TMj1RM[/YOUTUBE]
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Posted: 16 years ago
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When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all the night.


When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.


When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.


When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dinning room table.


When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by looping into the nearest pile of mud.


When you were 6 years old, she walked you into school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING".


When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor window.


When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old, she paid for Arabic lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice it.


When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in the different row.


When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.


When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.


When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.


When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.


When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.


When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.


When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of you friends.


When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying "It's none of you business".


When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying "I don't want to be like you".


When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.


When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.


When you were 24, she met your fianc and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"


When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.


When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked by telling her, "Things are different now."


When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."


When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.


And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did, came crashing down like thunder on your heart..

Edited by pogo - 16 years ago

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