Thanks my mother

Last week, My parent come to pay a visit at my house. Already been few months they are not visit our daughter.. "Are you fasting like malays?" That's what my mother asked me always, however I am remain silent because I don't know how to explain the importance and amazement of fasting in Ramadhan.

While they come to my house, my mother give me a pack of dry food. "You should eat Oatmeal, it would let you stay healthy while fasting. And there's 100 plus, biscuits." (Before this my mother even give me mooncake with halal chop on it. She tried so hard to understand what I cared)

All I can think about is love between mother and son are never differed by religion. That's non-language expression, can't be judge with anything existed on earth. I appreciated what's my mother give me, perhaps it's a silent answer that she accepted me as muslim.


As long as my mother knows I am still his son, I am satisfied.