Educative history
I went out on the road for three days for some business. As soon as I arrived in the other country, I called my wife and one child to make sure they were safe. I have never been separated from them before. They do not know that I am away. I have been married for three years. Anyway, my phone didn’t pick up. Three days passed without my phone leaving my hand. I call every quarter hour at most every half hour without excuse. No response.
I was violently upset. I called my brother and sister. I asked them to ensure the safety of my little family. They told me they were fine. I didn’t believe them.
I called my wife’s mother (aunt). She told me they were fine. I told her that I would wait for their phone. If I wait, no one calls.
The three days passed like three long months. Sometimes I feel my anger building up inside. Other times, I wonder why, and wonder why.
And the devil brings me terrible pulls again and again. Gone are the days. I returned to my country. As soon as I stepped on my feet, I flew home. When I arrive, I knock on the door. I will ring the bell before it is enough. My wife opened the door. All her beauty, all her glory. She received me in a beautiful and bright manner. It was a serious occasion. My son is behind her. His eyes dance with joy. He came running to hug me. I have become like a numb man. I was lost. My anger was quickly replaced by surprise.
I asked my wife what was the reason for all this indifference. I was about to cut short my trip and hurry back. Superstitious suspicion was thrown from that direction.
My wife answered calmly. “Did you call your mother?” She said to me. I didn’t understand why she asked me, but I told her that I didn’t call. Her speech was deadly. She said to me: “You see how you feel these days, don’t you? It’s the same as your mother, when you don’t call her for days. You miss her, you miss her, you don’t call and hear her voice unless she calls. I tried to explain this to you many times, but you didn’t understand. My dear husband! I couldn’t find a better way to get my message across.
I am ashamed of my wife who is small in age but big in mind. I bowed my head. I learned the lesson well. “Paradise is waiting for you,” she said as she accepted my car keys and leaned closer to me.
I learned a lesson that I will never forget from my wise wife and went to my first love, my mother. I will never forget her kindness for saving my soul from regrets on a day when regrets are useless. Kudos to this wise and intelligent wife. Asamra Kotkuta is grateful to her mother who brought her up. Thanks to my mother for choosing her.
Praise be to the Lord who excused her and woke me up with his compassion.
my mom! Your mothers! They are our angels on earth. Don’t forget them, even if you call them every day. This is the smallest thing. Their hearts protect us. They pray for us. They worry about us every hour. They refrain from calling because they are worried that they will disturb us by calling again and again. Help your husbands, wives by reminding them to think of their parents.
Returned from Amharic
It is a problem for many of us, especially men, so I would appreciate it if you spread it so that we can learn about it.
(Ibn Munawer, October 26/2017)
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