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Nov 2024
My daughter screamed,"I hate you,
You are not my mum,
Sorry dear I am your mum,
From the day I conceived you,
A gift from Allah,
Stamped and certified by Him as your mum.
I am not your magazine to browse through,
Not your mobile that you charge and use me as you wish,
Or change as and when you want to,
Nor am I your footwear,
That you can have as many pairs as you want,
Neither am I your cook,
Nor your driver or your ATM card,
That you can cash whenever you want.
Whether you like it or not,
I am your MUM,
A relationship  that can never be erased or deleted.
Catering and caring for you is not an obligation but my love for you-my daughter.
8/11/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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