mam....

The first time Ruth The poetry reading was, and needles to menagis. try to imagine returning the love and struggle of raising our mothers. true words of our songs are often nyayikan in childhood, our "mother's love along the way, do not measure all time, and not only give hope back, like the sun shining on the world".

try to think back to our Mother's love through this poem the Ruth, and do not forget to always say a prayer at his mother beloved to us. may be useful .....

My son, ...
When the mother may choose
Is the mother or the slender bodied big man because bore
Then the mother will choose bore ...
Because the mother bore you feel the magic and majesty of God

Nine-month son, ... you live in the mother's abdomen
You go wherever she went
You come to feel when the mother's heart beat for joy
You kicked the mother's womb when you feel uncomfortable, because the mother was disappointed and in tears ...

My son, ...
If the mother can choose whether the mother had to caesarean section, or the mother had to struggle gave birth to
So she chose to fight gave birth to
Because waiting from hour to hour, minute to minute nativity
It is like waiting for the queue to enter one of the doors of heaven
Because the magnitude of perjuanganmu to find a way out into the world so the mother feels
And that's when the greatness of God over us both
The angel smiled between sweat and groan of pain,
The mother could never tell anyone

And when you attend, your tears break the world
That's when the most happy ...
All the pain & suffering vanished see yourself the red,
Listening adzan father,
Sentence creed greatness of God and the determination of the heart of our lord Allah in your little ear

My son, ...
If the mother can choose whether the mother busty beautiful, or have to wake up at midnight to menyusuimu,
So mothers choose menyusuimu,
Because the mother had menyusuimu equip your life with droplets and sip sip the precious
Feel the warmth of the lips and your body in the mother's chest mother sleep,
It is an incredible feeling that other people can not feel

My son, ...
When the mother may choose to sit for long in the boardroom
Or sitting on the floor with you put the puzzle
So she chose to play the puzzle with

But my son ...
Life is a choice ...
If the choice of the mother, you feel lonely and miserable
So forgive nak ...
I'm so sorry ...
I'm so sorry ...
Believe me son, she was perfecting the puzzle of our lives,
So no one kepingpun the puzzle of our lives lost
Believe nak ...
Lonely and sad ranamu are some mothers
Believe nak ...
You are always a part of the life of the mother ...

added missing for home and meet my beloved mama