Mom If I think i'm great then.. I've been mistaken I was born with a naked, and weak body No power..and effort An angel that Allah entrusted to keep me Mom.. The night was cold, but always warm to me, Why? Cause the mother guarded and willingly gave the blanket to my body Now.. I have grown up What have I done for mom? Is there any worth? Or... I can only trouble her? Think... Contemplate! Do the best for him Mommy.... You are my everything . . . . .