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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…