The Sacrifice

  sacrifice

Remember when you were in school and you wanted a motorcycle after passing 10th standard. Your dad would say yes over and over but he didn’t give it to you. And then you would feel that your dad is strict and he doesn’t love you. But, you know what every parents love their kids. And the father is willing to give you every happiness. Not just a bike, but he would give you a chopper also. And he wants his kid to ride a luxurious bike in public with pride.  But he doesn’t give that motor to you so early, because:

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1. He wants you to earn it and he wants you to know the value of sacrifices behind it.

2. He cares for your health and wants you to be safe.

3. He can’t afford it. This is the saddest part. But still he gives you that all he could. The sacrifice he makes is equal to the  sacrifices of the warriors drinking blood in wars. The warrior sacrifices for the kingdom and the father for his family.
The sacrifice is what we say a person leaves something for someone. See the thing is simple, our parents want us to be a good person and they are ready to give up every leisure of their life only for us to become successful. And when we won’t realize that sacrifice and we think that all parents do the same, then its time to repent Or soon we will forget the importance of our parents in our life.

All that we could do for them is to take care of them when they become old and look after them , listen to them and pray for them that “Oh Almighty Allah, Have Mercy upon them as they had mercy upon me when I was Small.”

A sacrifice is what we will not understand so easily, but after we really sacrifice something for someone.

Sharing a nice story for our inspiration:

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My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.

I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.

And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.

She wrote:

My son, I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.

My World Shattered.  I hated the person who only lived for me .   I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…

Moral:  Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities.  Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under estimate their sacrifices.  They give us life, they raise us better than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had.  They never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams.  They always try showing right path and being motivator.  Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made by kids.  There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what they need and it is just time, love and respect.

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2 thoughts on “The Sacrifice

  1. Amazing bro. The story was amazing it left tears and reminded what sacrifices our parents have did till now. Your process of communicating people is impressive. Keep it up and reach the world. Be a best writer a motivator and in future we will read your words in books inshaAllah. I pray that my brother gets every thing he needs. Allah bless you.

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