Mother, The Greatest Wealth abdul Wahab Poem by Abdul Wahab Wahab

Mother, The Greatest Wealth
Abdul Wahab

Who else was born beneath this sky
If not through Mother's pain and cry?
The child who gives his mother grief,
Is called a wretch, a lowly guy.
In all this world, no dearer soul
Exists than Mother, true and kind;
Our bodies form from Mother's blood—
Her child, the greatest treasure kind.
"Paradise lies beneath her feet"—
The Prophet's words, so pure, so right;
Serve your mother, gain respect,
Honor will shine upon your sight.
A mother's prayer pierces the sky,
It never fails, it never dies;
With her dua beside your path,
You'll win success in both the lives.
The one who hurts his mother old,
His birth is lost, the Hadith said;
His life is waste, his fate is told—
Such pain will fall upon his head.