THE DIARY GAME: 13 August 2023 | 📝 A mother's love is incomparable
How are you all?
Welcome to my blogging! I am Mohammad Sumon, I am from Dhaka district, the capital of Bangladesh. I'm here today with a diary game post.
A mother's love is incomparable |
|---|
It was raining heavily since the morning! I woke up in the cold hostile weather and went to the mosque and prayed. It was raining in torrents so I waited in the mosque. A society has been formed with some new buildings near the mosque in our area and some flower trees, spectacular trees were planted in front of the society and I took some flower photography from there.
 |
|---|
As soon as the rain subsided, I went home from outside. Picking up the phone, I saw my mother's missed call. Called his mobile phone and started talking for a while. Basically, mom sent something from the village through my relative so called this morning! In the morning, my mother's phone call made me happy.
 |  |
|---|
After breakfast, I left early today! Came to the office and engaged with my regular task! I told my line manager to leave earlier today! Zohr prayer and noon lunch as usual.
Clock time 3:30 PM, left office early as I have to go to my relative's house. I came home with expensive items given by my mother from relative's house. As soon as I got home and opened the bag, my eyes automatically watered.
 |  |
|---|
In my opinion, 'mother' is a very magical word in this world. The sweetest word in the world is 'Mother', which contains all the happiness, joy, love and all illusions of the world. This is the only word in the world, the recollection of which all kinds of sorrows vanish in an instant. And in a moment the soul is filled with peace. If there is any selfless love in this world then it is mother's love. Nothing compares to a mother's love. A child is always dear to a mother. Every mother loves her child more than herself.
I did not visit my village during the mango season this summer. My mother made Amsattva with raw mangoes from our tree which is one of my favorite dishes. I always appreciate every food prepared by my mother's hands. Food prepared by his mother is like nectar to every child.
In the evening, I was spending time browsing Steemit. But the last two days I only supported everyone by upvoting! However, my wife arranged tea and biscuits for us! After that, laughing with his wife and daughter when the night passed! I prayed Isha at home and had dinner.
◦•●◉✿ Thank you very much ✿◉●•◦ |
|---|
Thank you, friend!
I'm @steem.history, who is steem witness.
Thank you for witnessvoting for me.
please click it!
(Go to https://steemit.com/~witnesses and type fbslo at the bottom of the page)
The weight is reduced because of the lack of Voting Power. If you vote for me as a witness, you can get my little vote.
Thank you.
Upvoted! Thank you for supporting witness @jswit.
Hi @sumon247
Thank for sharing story here.
your mother seems to miss you. 😁
Thank you so much bro for your valuable comment! Yes, my mother misses me because I never celebrated Eid without her. And I didn't spend so long without seeing him continuously.