Suhoor Love

Growing up, I seriously thought (especially in the month of Ramdan), that my mother was not normal. I mean who in their right minds can wake up (WITHOUT an alarm), on time every morning about an hour before everyone else, to prepare a grand Suhoor for us kids, so that we would have an easier fast the rest of the day? A mother, that's who. Today, as I wake up every morning to prepare Suhoor for my husband, I think of my mother. I feel a part of her inside me, when I roll out of bed, rub my eyes, check the time to make sure I did not over sleep, wrap my hair in a bun, and head to the kitchen. As I roll out the bread on the counter, I cannot help but think of what went through her mind in those early mornings. Probably concerns and worries for her kids, but yet it never stopped her from being positive, and ensuring that we kept our fast with the best intention and stomachs as full as absolutely possible. Being a mother now, I know that I'll always be the one who gets up first in my home to prepare Suhoor for my husband and children InshaAllah - from no credit of my own. It's simply because I had an amazing role model to look up to.