Happy Mother's Day
I LOVE YOU MAA
If I start to write about my Maa I think it will not end, this is not a biography of my Maa but a true story what I know about the struggle of her entire life even the day I’m writing here at home, she is busy doing social services out of the house.
WHEN SHE WAS A BABY-GIRL:
Mamataj Begam is her name, though the name is after marriage. The pre-wedding name was Mamataj Khatun although everyone likes to call her by using her nickname like Golu and hasna, even still each relative from my mother’s side used to call my Maa as Golu, I laugh to hear Golu so I asked one day to my Maa that what is the reason behind calling Golu? So my Maa replied that when she was kid looked very healthy.
NO SUPPORT OF HER FATHER:
She was born in a poor family, poor means was the worst situation like if they didn't earn a day nobody was there to feed them. When my Maa was kid her father means my grandfather got his 2nd marriage might be the greed of dowry. The situation becomes more worst, maintaining two family expenses was not possible for him. My grandma and Mom shifted to their mothership. My Grandma uses to make handmade carpet by using the leaves of date trees to maintain the family expenses and my Maa helps her too to make those carpet. Obviously, she was a bright student and somehow she was able to complete her 8th standard successfully overcoming from the bad circumstances.
BREAKS IN CARRIER:
That time the government of West Bengal suddenly starts a scheme called the Integrated Child Development Scheme (ICDS) for the poor child and for the pregnant women, so they needed qualified women for that particular post. Uncle of my Maa named is Janealam was deeply involved with the politics. He helped a lot to my Maa to grab that opportunity, Finally, my Maa joined with the salary of Rs.100/- per month wise as it was a social service so the salary was very low, although there was a great value of Rs. 100 on that day. My Maa still involved in that service proudly more than 25 years.
I don’t know how my parents met, but I know that was a love marriage. My father was so handsome cause I have seen his photo of younger age. He was unemployed during his marriage may be the reason my Maa fell in love with him. But my Maa agreed to marry in one condition, the condition was my grandmother, yes my grandmother is deaf and there were not ones to take care of her and my Maa was the only one child of my grandmother, so Maa always wanted to keep her Mom with her. You know the line “ everything is fair in love and war”... yes, my dear lovable father accepted my grandmother and she still living with us happily.
I think that decision to bring my grandmother was tremendous, really admirable…love you Maa
Maa, now she is in her in-law's house, was difficult to maintain daily duty from long distance so she changes the job location to her in-law's village named Kankora yes this my village where I grew up.
FOUGHT WITH SOCIAL BARRIERS:
This is not the end, Maa started to face more obstacle over here cause we are muslim, the people around us is muslim and being a muslim women not only muslim women she was the bride of this village so she can’t go out of her house for the professional purpose according to muslim practice, though my Maa was successful to win from her adversity in social as well as her professional life. Till the date, she is faithful to her relegion and earning prayers five times a day.
GIVING BIRTH:
We are five siblings, I’m the youngest child and the existing fours are my elder sister. I am always against of over-population, obviously, Maa was against of producing more… my father forced her out of fear cause if he don’t have any man-child then it coul’d be the decimation of his generation, so I was the last one. Day by day she had gone through a lot of physical and mental pressure and suffered in menstrual diseases, not only that she had three time abdominal surgery including appendix. I know many womens in india facing the same problems like my maa.
HE IS AN ARTIST:
Some days passed this way, this time obstacles are not the new, yes it is poorness. I think we only face this for my father, he never add his income to his family. He is a communist. His deep involvement in politics called out hunger in my family. If we siblings are alive today only for my maa. Political science was one of my subject in 12th standard. That time I learned that everyone does politics only for self meetigation, but that information proves me wrong, my father never earned money by doing politics, he always loved to join social services, wanted to give some message by acting, singing and by writing some poem. I saw many of his drama, he is a very good actor, so what if he is not popular, I’m proud of my dad. My Maa never regret to him that is why they are still a happy couple and best parents.
SHE PERFORMED AS FATHER:
Younger daughter of my mom died in malaria when she was in just fourth standard. She was my best friend cause there was a little gap of our age. Can you just imagine the pain when a mother lost her little baby? She still cries remembering her.
Now we all are settled because of my Maa, she beared all the expenses of education and marriage of us, my three elder sisters are graduated successfully and they are now happily married. That’s why my Maa is not only a caring Maa but also she observes the duties like a father. She is my warrior mom. Presently I'm working in a IT/ Software company in India. This mother’s day I am going to surprise her..you go too…
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