Every touch of a mother's hand means every love.

Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barkatuh
Friends, how are you all? I hope you are well. Alhamdulillah. By the infinite mercy of Allah Almighty and your good prayers, Allah Almighty has kept me very, very well. Alhamdulillah.

Friends, today I have come to you with a new topic. If Allah Almighty grants me success, I will share it with you. Insha Allah.

The topic I will talk about today is the touch of a mother's hand. Some of the love of touching a mother's hand. We all love our mothers. No matter how small the name "mother" is, its depth is greater than the sky. It is not possible for me to finish writing anything about our mothers. Then I will try to write something. Insha Allah.

Since childhood, we have been observing the cooking of our mothers' hands, the smell of our mothers' clothes, the words of our mothers' faces, our mothers' behavior, every single thing we do, we observe it, and we hold onto it. And we love every single thing. This is natural.

For example, I have been watching the magic of my mother's hands since childhood. She used to make a pitha with rice flour, which We call it Phul Pitha in the village language
Every pitha made by my mother is delicious, each one is different, but this pitha is different from the other, making this pitha is not so easy, not everyone can make it perfectly.

Since childhood, I have seen my mother make this pitha and leave it at home, and when a guest comes, she will serve it in front of him within 2 minutes. It is as delicious as it is tempting to eat. Many people say that it is made by machine.

When you see pitha, many people say that it is made by machine, but this pitha is made so perfectly and beautifully, it is impossible to think that it is made by hand. So I thought I would share that with you.

From the very beginning, I have come to share with you that pitha can be made so beautifully by hand. If you did not see my mother, I would not have understood. Many of you know it. Many of you can make it. I do not know what it is like, but it is a different and beautiful thing.

It is eaten all year round at my house, then it is sent to my relatives, especially my sisters' houses. They also feed their relatives if they can. They give them something. This is beautiful, this is my favorite pitha,

Due to lack of time, I could not take pictures of the pitha very well, then I tried to share it with you as much as possible in a short time. You may like it, so I shared it. Anyway, please give me the ability to love all of us. Respect the work of the mother, and love your work. Join us. Amen.