Mother a gift of Allah.Mother, a sight of delight to the eyes of a child.Mother, a fragrance of hopeto a disheartened child .Mother, a word of loveto an orphan.Mother, a thought which makes me fearless.Mother, the sound which conveys comfort.

The Question of life, death and the purpose of it.Time is fleeting. Life is short.Pack your bags and be ready for death!Death is approaching fast,nearing every moment.But...can I die? When the reason of my life is still left?