Hiba Irani-My Mother

My Mother It is said,“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I will try again tomorrow.” This is how my mother fought the cancer and survived. In the beginning of 2012, my mother discovered that she had breast cancer. My father, my brother and I were all worried and our hearts were filled with sorrow. I started thinking of losing her. My mother was and still my best friend, we had been feeling harmony towards each other, and she had been my only inspiration when I used to be down. She had been offering me unconditional, tender love. The doctor set the date of operation; it was on March 13, 2012. We were scared, but she was totally the opposite of us. She was full of hope ,and the smile covered her angel face. She entered the surgery room. It took 3 hours. Some memories crossed my mind; the laughter we had, and the way she stayed awaken till the dawn when I used to be sick couldn't be forgotten; she watched me growing while teaching me what love and sacrifice meant. The operation finished, and the three hours passed like thirteen hours. She regained her senses ,and the doctor was there, smiling and saying “Thank God; everything went well”. We felt the wind of peace for her healing. My mother wouldn’t survive without her courage and faith. She is my sunshine. Her experience has taught me a great lesson which is how to be strong in life in order to face all hard situations. I have a fascinating mom ,and she is everything to me. Hiba Irani March 2, 2014