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My Mother's Love and the Regret That Still Haunts Me 💔
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This is a story that's been stuck in my heart for years, and no matter how much time passes, I can never forget it.
As a child, during my primary school days, I had this careless habit of leaving razor blades in my pocket after using them to sharpen my pencil. It was reckless, and I didn’t consider the consequences.
Time and again, my mother would cut herself while washing my school uniform, unknowingly coming across the blade. She warned me countless times, but I kept making the same mistake. Yet, despite the pain and frustration, she never left my uniform dirty—because that’s what a mother’s love does.
One day, it happened again. My razor blade cut deep into her hand. With blood pouring from the wound, she called out to me, "Abdulmuminu." I quickly answered, "Na'am." When I got there and saw her hand, my heart sank. I realized I had made the same mistake again. I broke down in tears at the sight of her blood, o… 16 replies
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Despite the anger she must have felt, my mother, seeing me cry, softened immediately. She called me by the special name she always used, “Iyékòmama,” and said gently, "Stop crying, it’s just a minor wound. I’ll be fine. But please, never leave a razor blade in your pocket again."
I’ve grown up now, and there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think of that moment. I’ve prayed for a time when I could take on all her pain, bear all her burdens for her, but... 💔🥲
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