A single mother, Salma, worked late into the night stitching clothes to support her son, Hamza. They lived in a small room, lit by a flickering bulb and warmed by love. Hamza, though young, understood hardship. He never asked for toys or treats—only hugged his mother tightly when she returned home, her fingers sore and eyes tired.
One day, his school announced a "Parents Day". Hamza hesitated but handed Salma the invite. She smiled, hid her torn dupatta behind her, and said, “I’ll be there, my sunshine.”
The next morning, Hamza stood in school, watching other children with their well-dressed parents. Just as tears welled up, he saw her—Salma, in a neatly mended old dress, holding a single rose. She had stitched through the night just to look presentable.
When she hugged him, the other kids stared, not at her dress, but at the pride in Hamza’s eyes.
Moral:
Love doesn’t need riches to shine—it needs presence, sacrifice, and silent strength.
How do you love your mother.