When I was 11 years old, my Mum was hit by a car while she was taking me to school. As I turned around to wave goodbye, the car hit her and she dropped from the crushing impact, as did my world.
The imagery is still so vivid, 14 years on. I remember what clothes she was wearing, the dark almost black like blood stains on the road. No one should see their loved ones like that. Everything next was a blur, all I remember is the ambulance coming and my Mum getting strapped in.
As she lay in intensive care, the doctors were telling my Dad that it wasn’t looking good, that even if she made it, she may not walk again. Everything hurt so much, I have never felt inner pain like that ever.
I blamed everything on myself. Eleven years old and I felt like a murderer. At the end of the day, she was taking me to school. I felt awful, I felt as if I was the one who was driving the car. I fell to my knees praying while at the hospital. Asking God to let my mom make it and if she goes then grant her Jannah. I prayed till I fell asleep.
I was woken up by a nurse saying that the doctor had news. My heart dropped, I was shaking with fear. They said Your mom woke up calling for you. Out of all people, ME! I burst into tears saying Alhumdulilah over and over again. To cut a very long story short, my Mum made it. After a few months, she left the hospital and within a year she was walking again!
The status of parents within Islam is high for a reason, they do so much for us it’s unbelievable. We won’t have them forever, make sure you fulfill your duty towards them before you regret it.