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MOHAMMAD SKATI


The Mother


A mother is, Proudly, To all generations, Her son Stands respectably in front of her, Her daughter Loves her, All people love their mothers Because They made these men And these great women, All religions recommended These mothers'love Because they deserve Heaven's blessing, A mother Is the continuous fountain of giving, She is the warmth and She is the safety, A mother gives all she owns To keep the generations'survival and She lights up the path With love and with loyalty, so Our mothers Are teaching us The meaning of life With all love and with all warmth. *********************************************

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014



This poem is the translation of الام by MOHAMMAD SKATI


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