Dear my daughter,
Yes I am an frightened mother.
I worry about your health, your brain development, your speech, your steps, your sleep, your nutrition, your cognitive abilities, or your skin rash
Most of all, I worry about your iimaan and your happiness
Sometimes I wish I could draw for you with my left hand and cook your meal with my right hand in the same time
Or I could charge my power for you only by 5 minutes sleep
No career is more important than you, that I would work for you more than 24 hours a day if possible
But above all those fears, I am afraid that I still fail -- or you might wish to have a better mom than me
The fact that you're growing healthy and happy is merely Allah's blessing and I am just a lucky mom
