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1 The meanest mother I have on Sun Jan 20, 2013 3:06 pm

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I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.

But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You would think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at early next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a friend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did.

She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean.

Because, you see, I thank Allah, He gave me the MEANEST MOTHER IN THE WORLD.

Written by B.Pingaro
Adapted and Edited by AL-Islaah Publications

2 Re: The meanest mother I have on Thu Feb 07, 2013 6:46 pm

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My mother was a complete failure as a mother. Out of four children, a
couple of us attained some higher education. None of us have ever been
arrested, divorced or beaten his mate. And whom do we have to blame for
the terrible way we turned out? You're right, our mean mother. Look at
the things we missed. We never got to march in a protest parade, nor to
take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other
things that our friends did.

She forced us to grow up into
God-fearing, educated, honest adults. Using this as a background, I am
trying to raise my three children. I stand a little taller and I am
filled with pride when my children call me mean.

Because, you see, I thank Allah, He gave me the MEANEST MOTHER IN THE WORLD
.


When I was reading this article, I was like wow somebody knew my mom and put it in writing. This is the best sister and thanks for posting this....I am reminded of her just by these words above. None of her children turned out to be what we call a bad person who functions in society. Allahu Akbar. In my younger years my mother was not a Muslim, she only took Shahadah on her death bed, Allah is great.


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