Your mother

Written by:
Yusof Islam

Who should I give my love to?
My respect, and my honour too?
Who should I pay good mind to,
After Allah, and Rasulullah?
Comes your mother.
Who next? (Your mother)
Who next? (Your mother)
And then your father.

Cause who used to hold you,
And clean you, and clothe you?
Who used to feed you,
And always be with you?
When you were sick, stay up all night,
Holding you tight.
That’s right, no other.
My mother.

Who should I take good care of?
Giving all my love?
Who should I think the most of,
After Allah, and Rasulullah?
Comes your mother.
Who next? (Your mother)
Who next? (Your mother)
And then your father.

Cause who used to hear you
Before you could talk?
Who used to hold you
Before you could walk?
And when you fell, who’d pick you up?
Clean your cut?
No one but, your mother.
My mother.

Who should I stay right close to?
Listen most to?
Never saying no to,
After Allah, and Rasulullah?
Comes your mother.
Who next? (Your mother)
Who next? (Your mother)
And then your father.

Cause who used to hug you,
And buy you new clothes?
Comb your hair,
And blow your nose?
And when you cried, who wiped your tears?
Know your fears?
Who really cares?
My mother.

Say Alhamdulillah,
Thank You, Allah.
Thank You, Allah,
For my mother.