Not Just A Mother, She Is A Mom Poem by Abdulrauf Muhammad Aljasawee

Before I begin, I would like to dedicate this poem to my mother and every mother who carried us in her body and carried us to Allah in her prayers.
She didn't just give me birth, she gave me direction, she gave me protection before I learned self correction, When life pulled me down with invisible tension, she stood like gravity and left no room for suspension.

Before I knew my name or the shape of my fear, she was already praying, my future was clear.

A mother is not just Umm by name
She is jihad of the heart,
She is a living Sadaqah that never expires
A living dua that walks the earth until death.
She carried pregnancy like amanah,
Like a secret between her and Allah.
Nine months of silent jihad... no applause and no audience Only patience and longing for Aljanna.

She is the first voice we ever heard
the first heartbeat we ever felt
the first home our souls ever knew
Ita ce hasken dare, ita ce tauraruwa
Ita ce garkuwar rai, ita ce ƙwarin gwiwa
Uwa ce maba da mama sam bata gajiyawa to
Ita ce gata na kuma tsani mai ɗorewa
Idan tayi murmushi duniya tana haskawa
Her silence teaches patience
Her du'a becomes our armor
Her modesty becomes our pride
She is the hand that holds without suffocating, the shoulder that bears our weight without complaining
She teaches us faith even without speaking.

she is called Mom ita ɗin wa ce ta gari, wacce ta yi sanadin kasantuwa ta mace na gari, har ta kai ga ana zancen kirki na a cikin gari, amincin Allah ya riske ki uwata ta gari, Rahamar Allah ya kai garki Abar Alfahari. every woman can be a mahaifiya, amma it takes a special woman to a mom.
she is not just a mother, ita ɗin Al'umma ce.
she is jami'a the first teacher we ever had,
She is sadaqah that grows even after death,
She is tahajjud, a light that glows in the darkest night.

She is a garden that never runs out of fruits,
she is a tsani that only elavates,
She is Tausayi Allah placed gently in our hearts,
She is dua answered before it's even said,
She is the reason heaven lies beneath the feet.
She is sabr when the heart is torn apart,
She is not just a caregiver, not only a guide,
she is hope when the whole world falls apart,
she is not just a mother... she is a mom.

A living ayah of divine light.
A love that seeks no applause,
Only Allah sees her darkest pains
She is sacrifice written in prayer,
A trust from Allah, handled with care.
And while the world sleeps at night
ita ko sai ta miƙe da ibada
not seeking fame, not calling her name
ƙira'a kawai take yi da sujuda
she sat on her prayer mat whispering my name
Yaa Rabb... Yaa Rabb... she cried softly, Ka kare min ƴa ta.

she is not just a mother, she is a Mom 🤍
For our mothers yet alive,
your strength teaches us courage,
your love reminds us what is sacred,
your life a gift, your du‘a is a legacy.
We honor you, we see you,
I love you mama na.

And to our beloved deceased mothes,
may you find and eternal repose,
kuna cikin Rahamar Allah, i suppose
reward them for the sleepless nights they had
for every silent tear they shed,
Forgive their shortcomings Yaa Ghaffar
expand their graves with eternal light
and make Aljannah their eternal home
THANK YOU. Of