My savior

So mom is back and things are back in terms of routine. She's told me so much about family, and about her trip. And my mom is really good at doing impressions so when she talks of others having said something, it's as if they are the ones actually saying it right now! I'm really happy she went on her trip, period.

Before this summer till now I've come to conclude that my mom has become my savior. I feel in a sense that my life before this summer was something else. The person I was walking around as was something else as well, in a sense I feel disappointed in the character I carried around. But what was, was! It was for me to learn. It was for me to see things back then and understand things to its true meaning now. This summer the words and the tone in which my mom has given me truly changed me and the way I wish to be...

She gave me words that are helping me now, and will for the rest of this life. She has given me values that make me feel proud of myself. She makes me realize how lucky I am to have a mother like her. She makes me realize how fortunate I am to have my family here for me, how fortunate I am for her guidance. She just makes me want to be better. Before that I felt like a rebel in some sense, that didn't want to be better for the future. Now it's different.

I'm not sure if I have to even say thank you to my mom. But she is my savior, she has given me things that tell me so much about me and where I come from. I feel she saved me from something this summer. I was wrapped around a light rope that stopped me from entering something that was probably something of the unknown. I am so blessed to have such a mother. I don't know how else to say it. I am grateful, my heart is happy, and I pray for her at the end of each salat.