The story began when I was a child;
I was born the only son in a poor family, and without a father.
For our daily meals, there was hardly much to eat.
My mother often gave me her portion of rice.
While she was scooping her rice into my plate,
she would say ... 'Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry'.
That was Mother's First Lie
When I was growing up,
my super-caring mother did whatever a single mother could do for
her only son.
More than that, she even went down the narrow stream to catch
fish for our meals.
She would cook them into a simple soup, which raised my appetite.
I was born the only son in a poor family, and without a father.
For our daily meals, there was hardly much to eat.
My mother often gave me her portion of rice.
While she was scooping her rice into my plate,
she would say ... 'Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry'.
That was Mother's First Lie
When I was growing up,
my super-caring mother did whatever a single mother could do for
her only son.
More than that, she even went down the narrow stream to catch
fish for our meals.
She would cook them into a simple soup, which raised my appetite.
While I ate the fish-meat, mother would sit beside me andlicked the fish-bone.
I would share my pieces of fish with her. But she would refuse.
And she told me this ... 'Eat this fish, son. I don't really
like fish.'
That was Mother's Second Lie.
Then, when I was in secondary school, to raise money to get me
my books, mother went to collect old and used-bags and paper cartons, to
be sold to hawkers by the roadside. It brought her extra money to cover our
I would share my pieces of fish with her. But she would refuse.
And she told me this ... 'Eat this fish, son. I don't really
like fish.'
That was Mother's Second Lie.
Then, when I was in secondary school, to raise money to get me
my books, mother went to collect old and used-bags and paper cartons, to
be sold to hawkers by the roadside. It brought her extra money to cover our
needs. Then I remember, most nights,
as I woke up and looked at her still folding and sorting those
heaps of old cartons,supported by just a small flickering candle, I used to say to
her ... 'Ma, go to sleep, it's late.
Tomorrow morning you still have to go to work in the factory'. Mother smiled and
as I woke up and looked at her still folding and sorting those
heaps of old cartons,supported by just a small flickering candle, I used to say to
her ... 'Ma, go to sleep, it's late.
Tomorrow morning you still have to go to work in the factory'. Mother smiled and
said ... 'Go to sleep, my dear son. I'm not tired.'
That was Mother's Third Lie.
One time after my final term examination in school,
my mother asked for no-pay-leave from the factory where she had
worked for many long years,and waited for me at the school gate for hours. She
That was Mother's Third Lie.
One time after my final term examination in school,
my mother asked for no-pay-leave from the factory where she had
worked for many long years,and waited for me at the school gate for hours. She
wanted to see how I did in my last paper. But most important of all, she had made an
iced-tea for me, to help refresh me, the moment I came out. Seeing my ma all sweaty
and tired, I at once gave her the tea instead. Mother said ... 'Drink, son. This is for
you. I'm not thirsty!'.
That was Mother's Fourth Lie.
Seeing our home condition getting worse by the day, there was a
distant relative who lived near our house, came over to help us, whether it was a
small or a big problem at hand. Our other neighbours used to advise my mother to
That was Mother's Fourth Lie.
Seeing our home condition getting worse by the day, there was a
distant relative who lived near our house, came over to help us, whether it was a
small or a big problem at hand. Our other neighbours used to advise my mother to
marry again to someone who could support us. But mother, without fail, always replied
in ways like ... 'I don't need love and support'.
That was Mother's Fifth Lie.
After I finished school, I got a job. I wanted my mother to
retire. But she didn't want to. She did leave her factory job, alright. But still went
That was Mother's Fifth Lie.
After I finished school, I got a job. I wanted my mother to
retire. But she didn't want to. She did leave her factory job, alright. But still went
round collecting those old bags and cartons. I was by then transferred to anothe
town. I sent her money every month. But often, she would save them, and gave them
back to me in a lump-sum months later !
She used to say ... 'I have enough money.'
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.
I was next asked to work in our headquarters in Kuala Lumpur,
and within a short time, I was promoted twice, as my boss felt I contributed well
She used to say ... 'I have enough money.'
That was Mother's Sixth Lie.
I was next asked to work in our headquarters in Kuala Lumpur,
and within a short time, I was promoted twice, as my boss felt I contributed well
and beyond his expectations.
After several years, I bought an apartment in a nice area, and I
wanted my mother to live with me.
I wanted her to sit back and enjoy her life, now that I could
afford to give her so much more.
But my ma would again tell me that ... 'The big city is not for
me.'
That was Mother's Seventh Lie.
I met a nice girl, and we got on very well. Within two years,
we married.
I asked my mother to come and live with us. I felt it would be
best if the two golden women in my life lived under one roof with me. I wanted so
After several years, I bought an apartment in a nice area, and I
wanted my mother to live with me.
I wanted her to sit back and enjoy her life, now that I could
afford to give her so much more.
But my ma would again tell me that ... 'The big city is not for
me.'
That was Mother's Seventh Lie.
I met a nice girl, and we got on very well. Within two years,
we married.
I asked my mother to come and live with us. I felt it would be
best if the two golden women in my life lived under one roof with me. I wanted so
much to share everything with my two most-precious angels.
Then again, ma would say to me ... 'Son, your life now is to be
spent with your wife only. Mama should not be beside you anymore. My job in taking
Then again, ma would say to me ... 'Son, your life now is to be
spent with your wife only. Mama should not be beside you anymore. My job in taking
care of you is now over.Just walk ahead, my dearest son, and build your life and your
home with your wife.Do not include me in your scheme of things'.
home with your wife.Do not include me in your scheme of things'.
That was Mother's Eighth Lie
The wheel of time spinned so fast that soon, my mother was
aging, and she suffered from cancer.
When I saw her in the hospital, she looked so weak and thin.
I looked at her, with tears flowing down my face.
The wheel of time spinned so fast that soon, my mother was
aging, and she suffered from cancer.
When I saw her in the hospital, she looked so weak and thin.
I looked at her, with tears flowing down my face.
My heart was so hurt, seeing the person who brought me
into this world in such a bad condition.
But mother, with her last ounce of strength, said to me... 'Don't cry, my dear son.
I'm not in pain. And I will want to leave you and everything
behind'.
That was Mother's Ninth Lie.
After saying her ninth lie, she closed her eyes forever.
Now, in my solitude and moments of deep reflection,
I realise I should never have naively believed in all those lies
of hers.
into this world in such a bad condition.
But mother, with her last ounce of strength, said to me... 'Don't cry, my dear son.
I'm not in pain. And I will want to leave you and everything
behind'.
That was Mother's Ninth Lie.
After saying her ninth lie, she closed her eyes forever.
Now, in my solitude and moments of deep reflection,
I realise I should never have naively believed in all those lies
of hers.
Ok,,,after reading this article, now i realized that my late mothers too had in fact lied to us in many aspects but the lyings are for the benefits of us....when we were young, we tend to believe what our mothers said to us.......in a way,.they lied as to make us happy and fulfilled our needs..they care for us, they love us and their love for us have no limits and have no ends...a never ending love....this everlasting love goes on and on forever and ever...no matter whether she is alive or she is gone, their love for us and our love for them still lingers on....that's why mothers are so special.....
Now, that we are mothers ourselves, we do the same things to our children without realizing that what we,too, lied to our children maybe in different ways....we lied on certain things ......as far as we,, mothers are concerned, love and happiness for the children is what we want for them to have in life....these come naturally thru a mother's heart....nothing fake about it...
A mother’s love is the purest love on Earth; it represents the highest level of sacrifice and since her baby is born, till the day she dies, a mother is bound to the fruit of her womb and her love is always poured on her child. Caring from the first heartbeats of her young, trough the long feverish nights and counseling the young teenage heart that has fallen in love for the first time…
Al-Fatihah to my late mothers....arwah ibu and arwah mak
......MaMaZuE.....
......MaMaZuE.....
