A Mother’s Jar A Poem by

A coin upon a coin
Sweat upon a face
Time upon time
Time is running out

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

Mommy, mommy
My friends think you are lame
You embarrass me at school
Unlike the other parents, you aren’t the same
All you do is bring me shame, like a cloud above me, filled with rain
I don’t want to see you at my school
I don’t want to see you, in the night, in the day

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

The jar is only one quarter full

Mommy, mommy
My girlfriend is ill, of you
You need to chill, we’re always suffering, of you
You tell me it’s wrong, you keep preaching to me from this book
Singing me songs
Tryna grab us, tryna get me on your hook
I live the way I want
This is true love
And when it comes to push and shove
Mommy, for you there ain’t no love
So leave

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

The jar is half full

Mommy, mommy
You tell me to pray
Don’t you know, that I have bills to pay
When my boss asks, what am I to say?
When my wife asks, what am I to say?
Was a kid, was a teen
I can’t be gentle, I can’t be soft
You bother me with your calls
Following me, from hall to halls
“Pray your salah my son, pray it. Your mother loves you honey bun”
Don’t have time to exercise at work
Going up and down, down and up
If I don’t do my job, ain’t got no backup
My boss and I, we don’t make up
God and I, we can make up
I got years to go
I’m very young
I got years to go, I won’t be going below
In the heavens, my name is sung
So leave me be, I don’t wish to see you
You make my life miserable, dreadful

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

The jar is three-quarters full

Mommy, mommy
What is this talk about the last day?
I don’t care what he has to say, nor do I care what you have to say
In a grave I shall lay?
Have you gone mad, have you gone astray?
Come back from the dead, come back from clay?
A Lord I must obey?
Mother oh mother, you’re getting old
I have my business to take care of, and a family to protect
My life right now, my life is perfect
There isn’t a defect
From this aspect, to that aspect, feel free to select
I don’t need you, I don’t need your how-tos
I don’t want to see you ever again
I don’t want you in my life
If I ever see you, be prepared for my knife
I wont be so merciful, I won’t be so kind
So don’t let yourself be the one that I find

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

The jar is full

Son, oh son
You probably can’t hear me now
I know this isn’t something you’d allow
You don’t want to see me, you don’t want to care
But right now, you can’t see me, even if you wish to dare
I’m of old age, and soon I shall be free of this cage
My son, I wish not this fate for you
Laying in the hospital bed my son
Eyes closed
Your helpless body, exposed
Your happy life, now foreclosed
My son, you’ll need surgery
Your accident ended up horribly
Your money, gone
Your life’s work, from your hands, it was drawn
Even though you hated me my son, I love you, and always will
Although you can’t hear my words, I wish you some rewards

My son,
My entire life, I’ve wanted to travel to the holy land
To stand by the Prophet’s grave, to have my feet on the sand
To walk to the Masjid with you my son, hand in hand
Every year, putting dollars upon dollars in a “jar”
Sweating and working, to save us from the nar
Even though you hate me son, I’m going to give you my jar
I want you to live your life, and live it well
Take my life, and become a changed man
Not a lowlife
With this jar, your life shall be saved
With this jar, death for me shall be engraved

My son,
You see, a mother’s love is like no other
To a son, no one cares more than his mother
You yell at me, you wish me to leave, to be free
You throw away my warnings, and trash my advice
Gambling your life, as if it was worth less than the dice
A mother’s love is heavy and strong
And in your heart, is where my heart belongs
You see my son,
Under my feet are the gates to heaven
From 1 to 7, from 7 to 37
I cared for you, and tried to keep the doors open
As the tears roll down my face, and slowly fall off of your cheeks
I just wish to seek, my son, the antique
My time is limited, my time is scarce

My son, I forgive you
My son, I love you

A coin upon a coin
Sweat upon a face
Time upon time
Time is running up

Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar

The jar is empty


Bahz ibn Hakim’s grandfather said:

“I asked, ‘Messenger of Allah, to whom should I be dutiful?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then to whom should I be dutiful?’ ‘Your father,’ he replied, ‘and then the next closest relative and then the next.’” (Adab Al-Mufrad)

A mother is a true blessing from Allah. The love that a mother has for her child is like no other. No matter what you do, your mother is always there, supporting you 100%. It hurts your mom to abandon you, and she’d much rather see you do well, instead of her.

Many of us don’t appreciate the things that our mother does for us, we take it for granted. We give our mother a hard time growing up, we give them a hard time when we grow up, but our mothers always help us through the thick, and through the thin. We need to strive harder to work for our mother, and to give her happiness – because her happiness, is our happiness.

This poem was written to show people that even when you abandon your mom, treat her ill, and take her for granted, when you need her; she will give up her own life to comfort you, her son.


   
  • http://pen-marks.com/ Sadiyah

    Mashallah this is absolutely beautiful!
    This is my favorite part:

    A mother’s love is heavy and strong
    And in your heart, is where my heart belongs
    You see my son,
    Under my feet are the gates to heaven
    From 1 to 7, from 7 to 37
    I cared for you, and tried to keep the doors open

    May Allah reward our mothers for all they’ve done for us.

    • http://www.muslimyouthmusings.com/ Maryam

      ameen <3

      this poem is beautifully deep, subhanAllah.

  • http://www.muslimyouthmusings.com/ Maryam

    MashaAllah loved this piece. came to it as i was checking my twitter and when i saw a new MYM tweet saying ‘a mother’s jar’ had to read it.

    Beautiful poem, cant believe it came from a brother ; awesome title. MashaAllah MYM staff’s got amazing talent. Welcome to MYM, may Allah ta’ala bless you with all good in both this world and the Hereafter ameen.

  • Shiney

    Ameen to your du’as! Masha’Allah this poem was so sad it *almost* brought tears to my eyes. Very-well written and told like a story-it was very creative.
    May Allah (SWT) give us the Tawfiq and the ‘Amal to be good to our mothers and lead our lives the way Allah (SWT) wants us to-Ameen!

  • http://www.muslimyouthmusings.com/ Arif Kabir

    SubhanAllah, I’ve read it a few times now and every time I read it, it’s as if I’m reading it for the first time, with new meanings opening up to me. Very nice work, Fatih, Masha’Allah.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1058326715 Fatih Seferagić

    Jazakumullahu Khairan everyone!

  • http://JawaadAhmadKhan.com/ Jawaad Ahmad Khan

    MashaAllah. I loved the progression of the poem.

    Favorite line:
    “And in your heart, is where my heart belongs”

    Don’t know if it was meant to be literal as well (the end was a bit ambiguous in specifics, but I think that worked well), but that line truly speaks to the reader. You –should– love your mother, and she should be in your heart…

    • http://www.muslimyouthmusings.com/ Arif Kabir

      That was my favorite line too (hence placing that as the subtitle in the beginning)!

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001036907301 Hafiz Abdullah Akram

    “Under my feet are the gates to heaven
    From 1 to 7, from 7 to 37″ – i <3 this part!

    You are the Muslim Eminem ive been searching for forever!
    i need permission to use this poem as a rap in my school for a talent show!
    i will obviously give credit to the site and especially you (fateh)

    p.s forget Eminem, your better <3

    Hafiz Abdullah Akram

    • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1058326715 Fatih Seferagić

      You have my permission. :) I think the best time to present it anywhere would be on mother’s day.

      I’m glad you enjoyed it Alhamdulillah. :)

    • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1058326715 Fatih Seferagić

      Oh, make sure to take videos. :)

  • Yumna.

    :’)
    SubhanAllah, AllahhuAkbar.
    Such beautifully writen with an immense message.
    may our kind Rabb be pleased with you, Aameen.

  • SumaiyahKhan

    wow. masha Allah

  • Javeria Yousuf

    This is just unbelievable. This actually shows the real love you have in your heart for your mother. Masha Allah! Sister Amina is a pretty lucky mother you got btw….

  • ♥13:28♥

    I’ve read this over and over again and each time it’s an inspiration for me. mashaAllah, beautiful.

  • Jabin AHmed

    THis is a buitiful poem brother .. i love the jar is full , half , etc. puts an amazing feeling to it 

  • Sumeya

    Masha’Allah, I absolutely love this poem. My mother gave up so much for me and this poem is a sweet reminder of how much I should be thankful. Thank you for it :)

  • RZ

    This is really deep. It’s so true… your mother really does everything for you. Every time I read this poem it sparks something somewhere in me.
    Jazaakallahu khairan for this poem sooo much =)

  • Ummu Ayyaan

    This is absolutely awesome MashaAllah…
    Keep up the good work brother 
    BaarakAllahu feek Wa jazaakal Jannah (Aameen)
    <3

  • Noha

    SubhanAllah, the things our mothers do for us.

    This is beautifully written.

  • Mushiirah

    Assalamualaikum.

    MashaAllah, this poem is very deep, emotional, very enriching and a great reminder to all of us. It is very well written, and so true how a mother can love her son infinitely.

    And imagine, if a mother’s love is as such, then how is Allah’s love for us?
    If we need to listen to our mothers, obey her, and never break her heart, then how much more do we need to listen to Allah, obey Him and live the way prophet (saw) taught us to?

    Fatih Seferagic, I was listening to the you tube videos of your swalaats. Your reading is wonderful, Subhanallah. I went though several videos. I was very impressed. May Allah bless you and always give you the best.

    Salam
    Mushiirah Khodabux
    (Mauritius)

  • Sylvie Irzal

    subhanallah

  • Guest

    It’s sad that some children don’t know how to value their mother…So thank you for making them realize their mistake…Beautiful idea Masa-Allah!

  • Torenur

    Some parts made me remeber Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy” poem. >.<

  • LA

    Lovely, mashaAllah. Deep. Keep it up iA!

  • Laila sharkeyeh

    “My son,

    You see, a mother’s love is like no other

    To a son, no one cares more than his mother”

    Subhan Allah, God bless you brother it’s really beautiful poem

  • Laila sharkeyeh

    “My son,

    You see, a mother’s love is like no other

    To a son, no one cares more than his mother”

    Subhan Allah, God bless you brother it’s really beautiful poem

  • http://anaara.com/ Fuad Kamal

    nice masha’Allah

  • Thetaifgroup

    Amazing mashAllah!!! I love it,………….jazzakumullah khayr

  • Aidha Al Munawarah

    Subhanallah, what a nice poem.. regard from us in Indonesia ^_^

  • Sumayyah

    Mashallah..It’s so beautiful, it makes me shed tears. T_T
    Alhamdulillah, I still got a chance to be dutiful to my parents especially my mother. Sorry for my bad english.
    Anyway, good job brother Fatih. May Allah bless you.

  • Sabrena

    This is the most beautiful poem i have ever read in my life, i am 16 and this poem made me so emotional, i am very close to both of my parents and hope and wish never to bring or inflict any kind of harm upon them inshallah they mean the world to me, and my life would be nothing without them.
    jazakallah khair for this beautiful poem brother may allah bless you. =)
    by your dear muslim sister

  • ukhti rnajieha

    :)

  • Assia

    who wrote this miraculous text..

  • Assia

    I know who has written this text, I had not seen it, that the name was mentioned.

  • nisa

    i almost cried

  • http://www.facebook.com/ayuubangsadh Ayuningtyas Utami

    This is….. beautiful. *internally crying*

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