Sometimes within the past two months, my grandmother was hospitalized due to high fever. We all know how terribly awful patient’s appetites are so when it fell on one fine day my grandmother mentioned that she’d been craving for sambal mangga, my mom literally put everything down and emptied her mind on everything except the search for mangga muda. Rummaged high and low for the fruit, only to find constant disappointment.
One day Mama was taking strolls in our green garden aka backyard when she found a tangkai of mangoes hanging on one of the branches of the mango tree. Oh yes, we do have two mango trees planted in the garden, but that time Mama was not convinced the tree is fruitful since it wasn’t the mango season. But what she saw prove otherwise. The tree was still bare, with no single flower bud spreading all over, but a mere stalk with 6-7 unripe mangoes on it! She took it and instantly whip out what was on my tok’s crave-list.
Tbh I can’t be bothered with this story if it wasn’t my mom who spilled it. Until today, I am still in awe whenever I recall the tale, still got shivers by the magic behind it and still pondering how God makes everything possible when a good deed is done with mother as the prime thought. Guess it’s true, mother is the most magical blessing from God to us. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials are heavy and sudden fall upon us. When adversity takes the place of prosperity, when friends desert us, when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
Despite the cliché contention which is Mother’s Day is everyday, I found no harm in celebrating my first love on this one day globally dedicated to her. Happy Mother’s Day, my Jannah.