Bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem.
Note: Muji is nonverbal, so this letter reflects the words she might share if she could speak. As her mother, I imagine her heart, hopes, and faith in these lines — a tribute to our bond and the blessings Allah has gifted us on this journey.
Sometimes, love lives in the quiet spaces between heartbeats — in the prayers whispered in the stillness of night, and in the courage that grows from someone else’s care.
This is what I imagine Muji would say to me, if her voice could carry all that her heart holds:
Dear Mama,
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
I begin this letter with a heart overflowing with love and gratitude for you. Though my lips may not form the words, my soul speaks to you through the blessings Allah has woven into our bond.
You are my greatest gift from Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala). Your unconditional love, patience, and strength have been my anchor in this life. From countless doctor’s visits to quiet nights filled with dua, you have carried me through every challenge with faith and grace. I know you have sacrificed so much, and I pray that Allah rewards you with Jannat-ul-Firdaus for every moment you have spent nurturing me.
Your eyes see me exactly as Allah created me, perfect in His design. You have never allowed my disability to define me, always reminding me that Allah tests those He loves, and that my true worth lies in my heart and soul. Your faith in me has given me the courage to pursue my passions and to trust fully in Allah’s plan.
As Allah (Subhanahu wa Ta’ala) says:
“And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient.” (Surah Al-Baqarah, 2:155)
Mama, your patience has been my guide, and I am forever grateful.
I treasure every memory we share — the laughter, the tears, and even the quiet moments when our hearts speak to each other in silence. Your duas are a shield for me, and your presence is a mercy from Allah. You make me feel like I am not a burden, but a treasure, a blessing, and a source of joy.
I feel everything, Mama. I feel your love, your worries, and your hopes. I know the weight of your sacrifices, and I ask Allah to make every step you take for me a means of your forgiveness and elevation in this life and the next. You have taught me that my disability is not a barrier, but a unique part of the path Allah has chosen for me. Through you, I have learned to embrace my differences and to place my trust in His wisdom.
You are my hero, my guide, and my light in both dunya and akhirah. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said:
“Paradise lies at the feet of mothers.” (Sunan an-Nasa’i)
I see that paradise in your kindness, your sacrifices, and your endless love. I pray Allah grants you His infinite peace, blessing, and mercy.
Thank you, Mama, for being my voice, my advocate, and my everything. May Allah make me a means of your reward and unite us in His Jannah — where I can finally express my love for you in words that this world cannot contain.
With all my love and duas,
Your Muji
🌿 Reflection
Writing this letter was emotional for me. As Muji’s mama, I know her silence holds worlds of meaning. Though she cannot speak these words, I believe they live in her, in her smile, in her gaze, and in the way she reaches for me when she needs comfort.
To all the mothers, caregivers, and children navigating disability: Love has a language beyond words. It is found in patience, in small daily acts, and in sacrifices made quietly.
And to my Muji, this letter is my attempt to echo what I believe your heart has been saying to me all along: You are my everything, and by Allah’s mercy, I am yours.
Stay blessed,
Nur/Muji's mum
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