She's kind. Loving. Amazing. Cool and perfect. She cooks the best dish in the world. I couldn't love her more. Time goes by too fast. She's already 48. She has been there for since the very first tear streamed down my face. She has brought me up, perfectly. She never knew what it means by 'tired'. She did everything for me. She has her very own way of being kind, and of understanding what is misunderstood. She listens to my secrets and make them hers. She lifts me up when there's no one there to be with me and calm me down. She's and angel. My guardian angel. My love for her is eternal.

Dear Mama, Happy Birthday! Thank you for everything you have done. I'm sorry for being a bad daughter. There's nothing I can do than pray for your best in here and afterlife. May Allah bless you and just for you to know that I love you more than everything, and even my own life.