When my mother asked me what is the most important part of the body ????


My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct Answer.

When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, “My ears, Mommy.” She said, “No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.”

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer. So this time I told her, “Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.” She looked at me and told me, “You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.”

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, “No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.”

Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather. She asked me, “do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?” I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me.

She saw the confusion on my face and told me, “This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.”

She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, “My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.” I asked, “Is it because it holds up my head?”  She replied, “No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry.

Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.”

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others. People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did . But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.


My mother died suffering from breast cancer for almost 6 years in terrible pain, and we were so helpless we couldn’t do anything,, I still remember her words (It hurts happy, it hurts, please do something my son, please do something, please save me) and I couldnt do anything except begging doctors to do something, its sucha shame, I am sorry maa, sorry ! mujhe maaf kar do maaa , maaf kar do, maaf kar do maa

“You were my eyes when I couldn’t see, you saw the best there was in me”. That song Mum is our song, the words fit how I feel about you and what you meant to me, no one could ever know the pain I feel inside, a part of me died with you that day. The whole family is grieving for you, but Mum I am grieving by myself, I can’t let go, I won’t let go, I love you Mum and I miss you like nothing on this earth!! Thank you for being a wonderful loving Mother all of my life, for always being there, thank you for my wonderful childhood and for never letting me down. I am sorry I couldnt do anything for you, I am sorry  Mum, I miss you Mummy!!!!!

Maa why did you leave me Maa? Why you leave me ?? why did you leave me ?????I miss you, I need you, I want to lie in your lap, want to cry on our shouldersohhhhhhhhhhhh Mumma , I miss you, why did you leave me ?

I pray to god please never ever let any son see his mother in such a pain never, it feels like hell !! 😥



Maa aapka happy bahot miss karta hain aapko:'(


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