أمي نور في حياتي.
My Mother is the Light of My Life
My mother is the light in my life.
She opens my heart with love.
Her hand is a prayer in the night.
And her voice is peace in the house.
My mother is a small school.
She teaches me patience.
Her words are like flowers
their fragrance stays in my life.
My mother’s face is a warm homeland.
Her tears are a sea of mercy.
I am strong in this world,
because I was born in her heart.
My mother is not just a woman
she is the beginning of existence.
Her face was the first mirror I saw,
and her hand was the first door I entered.
My mother’s hands are full of kindness.
She teaches me that love is a bridge .
When I feel weak, she smiles at me,
and helps me find my way again.
From her, I learned to give.
She plants patience in my heart,
waters it with her prayers at night,
and gives without ever waiting in return.
My mother sacrifices so much.
She leaves her comfort for my sake.
She always works for my happiness,
and loves without limits.
In her words, there is wisdom.
She teaches me how to love people,
how to forgive wounds,
and how to stay strong.
My mother is not just a body —
she is a soul, a warmth.
Even when I am far away
I always feel her near me.
I once asked her about love.
She said: “Love is a river
it gives without stopping,
and never waits for reward.
My mother is a simple genius.
She understands every little thing.
She turns tiredness into joy,
and makes life beautiful.
My mother is everything to me
the first beat of my heart.
Without her, life has no meaning.
Her love is eternal in my heart.
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