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the first lady:
I look around me and think about the mothers of this generation that we keep criticizing, and weep for our time that has passed and gone for its own sake.
I see around me mothers who take care of their homes, provide for their families, work tirelessly morning and evening, spend, raise, debate, tickets, prepare for each one of her family his food, clothes and books, go to her children’s exercises and private lessons, and do her job at the same time to share in spending on her family. . She is the same who carries, gives birth, breastfeeds and stays up nights, day after day, hour after hour.
She herself is, in many cases, a violator of her rights and a victim of a patriarchal society that does not value her well.
The mothers of this generation are heroes in my opinion.
The second lady:
Look at my daughter, as another example,
You may be surprised, reader, when I tell you that she has become a role model for me…
The usual parent being the ideal and the exception is what I convey to you.
All her life, and I call her “My Happy Thoughts” because she is an optimistic, smiling, beautiful looking and approachable person. Then, at the age of twenty-eight, she developed diabetes, and within a few months, the disease spread and her body became completely devoid of insulin necessary for her life, activity and energy, with all that this disease means of the need for an absolute change in the quality of life, continuous treatment, injections and measurement, and changing the form and quality of food. .
Suddenly my daughter, a mother of three, a wife, and a working woman, needed to reshape her life.
I saw my daughter, with her youth, knowledge and freshness, enter a stage that was not intended for her at all, amid the responsibilities of her life that she takes seriously and with commitment. And because we are a family that reads and discusses everything, its information about diabetes has become at the level of specialists’ information and it may be more, and because I am a doctor and I know that half of the information is more harmful than ignorance in the disease sometimes, I have provided it and the available means of knowledge with a tremendous amount of awareness of what I became when he was able to Her body is a ridiculous incurable chronic disease.
Added to her awareness, and knowledge, are her experiences of different means of treatment, and the application of strict rules in food, to prevent complications of the disease and how to live while it accompanies her..
She changed her life, with an iron will.
Within a few years, she controlled her body with sports until she became a leader for others. She changed her eating habits to organized, healthy, and integrated food.
She did not stop teaching children, as she is a distinguished teacher, and she does so while accompanying her daughters and encouraging them to practice sports with her, and she goes with them to practice sports and music training, and monitors their education remotely after schools are closed, and participates every moment in their lives, and attends every activity of their school,
She reads with them and them, and fills her family’s life with joy and pleasure.
I look at her and say how proud I am of her.
How much I appreciate what she does from the moment she starts her day at six in the morning with her daughters until she goes to work and practice her activities and her life while she is carrying the burdens of terminal diabetes, to measure and analyze for herself her blood and control her food standards.
And because she is a beautiful human being, she devoted part of her efforts to support children with diabetes, to prevent them from catastrophic disease after the passage of years.
I look at her and say this is a woman who deserves to be a role model and like her in society.
She neither neglected nor collapsed, but faced with a smile, and won with will.
No one around her feels what is in her, and no one from her family carries her concerns, nor are there moments of grief and fear that she may have passed or are going through.
Why am I writing about it? I am writing because there is a young woman like her everywhere. The rate of diabetes in Egypt is very high, and I see its complications in patients every day.
There are thousands like my daughter and they must take their lives in their own hands, so that they do not despair, and do not give up, but rather know that will, knowledge and seriousness make of them heroes, role models and examples. My daughter.. and every mother like her, you are mothers who deserve pride and appreciation.
The third lady:
Everyone who reads this book will say, every mother loves her children, protects them, takes care of them and gives them without waiting for a response or recognition of a favor, which is what makes a mother a mother. But my wife wrapped her motherhood in friendship with her children without any effort or pressure, and a human presence in their lives with their desire, happiness and longing..
The first thing that comes to their mind while I am with them, after a working day or the end of an interview or a happy or painful event, is to call her and hear her voice because it is safety without words, the corner of comfort and reassurance without fuss, and the space for freedom for them to express themselves without fear of judgments or fear of Bringing out happiness or pain, and sometimes I ask myself..
With extraordinary social intelligence and endless giving depth, she was able to make herself this suitable mother for every age our children have gone through smoothly and effortlessly. And she will be for them a friend, a lover, a shepherd, and she is available twenty-four hours without getting tired or bored, with a priority in her life that does not accept equivocation or discussion.
As Mother’s Day approaches, I tell her as a witness that this is her best achievement in life, because they themselves are straight, straight lives, beautify their behavior, and benevolent and rational in their relations with others, as a result of her uninterrupted and continuous love that formed their conscience and tenderness in their hearts and gave both of them the opportunity to show the best of them.
And when grandchildren came to us, birds singing in the sky of our lives, giving them a kind and fragrance of happiness that we did not know before, then there was an extraordinary grandmother with tenderness and knowledge, presence and responsibility without interference, overwhelming love and abundant feelings that put a new priority in our lives.
From a father and a husband who is aware of her role in his life and the lives of his children, and knows that a large part of God’s grace over him with the love of his children goes back to a mother who pushes in them everything that is beautiful towards him, and deepens in their conscience everything that is self-respecting, I thank you and respect you and appreciate you.
The fourth lady and the first:
And I ended my article on the mother, the dearest and closest to my mind, my soul, and my sentimental… My mother.
We had met, the whole family with and around my mother, and I embraced her as I used to do when I was a child and I was young and I am a father and grandfather and at all times.
patted my shoulder
“I miss you”!
She said in a low voice, she kissed me this flood of tenderness.
How could this mother be this dreamy music in our lives.
No
I look around me and think about the mothers of this generation that we keep criticizing, and weep for our time that has passed and gone for its own sake.
I see around me mothers who take care of their homes, provide for their families, work tirelessly morning and evening, spend, raise, debate, tickets, prepare for each one of her family his food, clothes and books, go to her children’s exercises and private lessons, and do her job at the same time to share in spending on her family. . She is the same who carries, gives birth, breastfeeds and stays up nights, day after day, hour after hour.
She herself is, in many cases, a violator of her rights and a victim of a patriarchal society that does not value her well.
The mothers of this generation are heroes in my opinion.
The second lady:
Look at my daughter, as another example,
You may be surprised, reader, when I tell you that she has become a role model for me…
The usual parent being the ideal and the exception is what I convey to you.
All her life, and I call her “My Happy Thoughts” because she is an optimistic, smiling, beautiful looking and approachable person. Then, at the age of twenty-eight, she developed diabetes, and within a few months, the disease spread and her body became completely devoid of insulin necessary for her life, activity and energy, with all that this disease means of the need for an absolute change in the quality of life, continuous treatment, injections and measurement, and changing the form and quality of food. .
Suddenly my daughter, a mother of three, a wife, and a working woman, needed to reshape her life.
I saw my daughter, with her youth, knowledge and freshness, enter a stage that was not intended for her at all, amid the responsibilities of her life that she takes seriously and with commitment. And because we are a family that reads and discusses everything, its information about diabetes has become at the level of specialists’ information and it may be more, and because I am a doctor and I know that half of the information is more harmful than ignorance in the disease sometimes, I have provided it and the available means of knowledge with a tremendous amount of awareness of what I became when he was able to Her body is a ridiculous incurable chronic disease.
Added to her awareness, and knowledge, are her experiences of different means of treatment, and the application of strict rules in food, to prevent complications of the disease and how to live while it accompanies her..
She changed her life, with an iron will.
Within a few years, she controlled her body with sports until she became a leader for others. She changed her eating habits to organized, healthy, and integrated food.
She did not stop teaching children, as she is a distinguished teacher, and she does so while accompanying her daughters and encouraging them to practice sports with her, and she goes with them to practice sports and music training, and monitors their education remotely after schools are closed, and participates every moment in their lives, and attends every activity of their school,
She reads with them and them, and fills her family’s life with joy and pleasure.
I look at her and say how proud I am of her.
How much I appreciate what she does from the moment she starts her day at six in the morning with her daughters until she goes to work and practice her activities and her life while she is carrying the burdens of terminal diabetes, to measure and analyze for herself her blood and control her food standards.
And because she is a beautiful human being, she devoted part of her efforts to support children with diabetes, to prevent them from catastrophic disease after the passage of years.
I look at her and say this is a woman who deserves to be a role model and like her in society.
She neither neglected nor collapsed, but faced with a smile, and won with will.
No one around her feels what is in her, and no one from her family carries her concerns, nor are there moments of grief and fear that she may have passed or are going through.
Why am I writing about it? I am writing because there is a young woman like her everywhere. The rate of diabetes in Egypt is very high, and I see its complications in patients every day.
There are thousands like my daughter and they must take their lives in their own hands, so that they do not despair, and do not give up, but rather know that will, knowledge and seriousness make of them heroes, role models and examples. My daughter.. and every mother like her, you are mothers who deserve pride and appreciation.
The third lady:
Everyone who reads this book will say, every mother loves her children, protects them, takes care of them and gives them without waiting for a response or recognition of a favor, which is what makes a mother a mother. But my wife wrapped her motherhood in friendship with her children without any effort or pressure, and a human presence in their lives with their desire, happiness and longing..
The first thing that comes to their mind while I am with them, after a working day or the end of an interview or a happy or painful event, is to call her and hear her voice because it is safety without words, the corner of comfort and reassurance without fuss, and the space for freedom for them to express themselves without fear of judgments or fear of Bringing out happiness or pain, and sometimes I ask myself..
With extraordinary social intelligence and endless giving depth, she was able to make herself this suitable mother for every age our children have gone through smoothly and effortlessly. And she will be for them a friend, a lover, a shepherd, and she is available twenty-four hours without getting tired or bored, with a priority in her life that does not accept equivocation or discussion.
As Mother’s Day approaches, I tell her as a witness that this is her best achievement in life, because they themselves are straight, straight lives, beautify their behavior, and benevolent and rational in their relations with others, as a result of her uninterrupted and continuous love that formed their conscience and tenderness in their hearts and gave both of them the opportunity to show the best of them.
And when grandchildren came to us, birds singing in the sky of our lives, giving them a kind and fragrance of happiness that we did not know before, then there was an extraordinary grandmother with tenderness and knowledge, presence and responsibility without interference, overwhelming love and abundant feelings that put a new priority in our lives.
From a father and a husband who is aware of her role in his life and the lives of his children, and knows that a large part of God’s grace over him with the love of his children goes back to a mother who pushes in them everything that is beautiful towards him, and deepens in their conscience everything that is self-respecting, I thank you and respect you and appreciate you.
The fourth lady and the first:
And I ended my article on the mother, the dearest and closest to my mind, my soul, and my sentimental… My mother.
We had met, the whole family with and around my mother, and I embraced her as I used to do when I was a child and I was young and I am a father and grandfather and at all times.
patted my shoulder
“I miss you”!
She said in a low voice, she kissed me this flood of tenderness.
How could this mother be this dreamy music in our lives.
No
Sometimes we appreciate its effect, but it is without noise, and without ever asking any of us for anything,
It is the source of love, affection, joy, and commitment between us.
How could she, without interfering in the affairs of any of us, be an active part in the lives of each of us?
How did she rise in her relationship with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, so that our weekly meeting with her, with her, and around her is the most beautiful of our days..
old and young,
we aspire to,
and we strive towards it,
Our grandchildren fall into her arms with love and affection.
How did she make her love for our father, may God have mercy on him, a model for every wife in the family,
And made her conviction and knife infiltrate our conscience.
How, without request or question, she made our circle around her fun, joyful and safe.
This is my beautiful mother, the most beautiful in the family.
its lightning
elegant
her mark
And her smile.
Your feast, my mother, is still the most delightful of my feasts.
Without you, my mother, my birthday would not have been.
The birth of my children and grandchildren.
I love you mom every day more,
I love your memories that you tell me and my memories.
Through you I love all my joys and even my sorrows with you.
I love from you a message of calm, with which you spread the grace of acceptance between us, and without effort you spread it.
I love in you the patience and the love that you give,
I love your understanding of us through the years,
No complaints or whines.
You, my mother, were and still are the inspiration of our conscience.
The best thing in our life.
And every year you are among us,
around us,
Shine your light sustainably,
With an innocent gesture or gesture,
Even with your silence or a smile.
I do not write poetry about my mother now, I only describe what is in her as it is, and my words do not live up to her truth.
I have not seen anyone who is simple and without requirements, but the happiness of all.
We go on pilgrimage to her and she does not invite us, and if we meet her, she tells us with her smile without blame or reproach for those who are late or who do not come.
my dear mom..
Every year you give us from the orchard of your love and the basil of your perfume, O most beautiful mother in existence.
And to every mother around me, I say
Thank you, love and appreciation for four examples of super women, the mothers of this generation that we oppress, my daughter and her likes, my wife and every caring wife, my mother and your mother and all our mothers.
It is the source of love, affection, joy, and commitment between us.
How could she, without interfering in the affairs of any of us, be an active part in the lives of each of us?
How did she rise in her relationship with her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, so that our weekly meeting with her, with her, and around her is the most beautiful of our days..
old and young,
we aspire to,
and we strive towards it,
Our grandchildren fall into her arms with love and affection.
How did she make her love for our father, may God have mercy on him, a model for every wife in the family,
And made her conviction and knife infiltrate our conscience.
How, without request or question, she made our circle around her fun, joyful and safe.
This is my beautiful mother, the most beautiful in the family.
its lightning
elegant
her mark
And her smile.
Your feast, my mother, is still the most delightful of my feasts.
Without you, my mother, my birthday would not have been.
The birth of my children and grandchildren.
I love you mom every day more,
I love your memories that you tell me and my memories.
Through you I love all my joys and even my sorrows with you.
I love from you a message of calm, with which you spread the grace of acceptance between us, and without effort you spread it.
I love in you the patience and the love that you give,
I love your understanding of us through the years,
No complaints or whines.
You, my mother, were and still are the inspiration of our conscience.
The best thing in our life.
And every year you are among us,
around us,
Shine your light sustainably,
With an innocent gesture or gesture,
Even with your silence or a smile.
I do not write poetry about my mother now, I only describe what is in her as it is, and my words do not live up to her truth.
I have not seen anyone who is simple and without requirements, but the happiness of all.
We go on pilgrimage to her and she does not invite us, and if we meet her, she tells us with her smile without blame or reproach for those who are late or who do not come.
my dear mom..
Every year you give us from the orchard of your love and the basil of your perfume, O most beautiful mother in existence.
And to every mother around me, I say
Thank you, love and appreciation for four examples of super women, the mothers of this generation that we oppress, my daughter and her likes, my wife and every caring wife, my mother and your mother and all our mothers.
