“We have a superhero day coming up, and all of the kids can dress up as your favourite superhero!” announced my class teacher as soon as we settled in our class on Monday.
“Parents can also come, and watch children parade around the school,” the class teacher added. My friends and I were so excited on hearing this, we couldn’t wait for our lunch break so that we could discuss our superhero costumes.
In lunch break that day my friends, Sasha and Sara, excitedly chatted about their superhero costumes. Sara stated that she will dress up as Supergirl from Marvel and since Sasha had always been so fond of ghost spider, she said to dress up as ghost spider. She even had a ghost spider backpack!
Listening to my friends being so certain on who they wanted to be, I felt left out. I was having a hard time deciding which superhero to dress up as. None of the superheros impressed me because they were all fake and unreal. My friends then turned towards me and asked, who I wanted to dress up as, but I kept quiet and silently said “I don’t know.” Just then, the bell rang signaling the end of our lunch break the rest of the day passed by quickly.
That night as I was doing my homework, I saw how my mum was making my favourite dinner and helping my youngest brother with his homework. Watching her manage two different work so calmly and happily, filled my heart with so much respect, love and gratefulness. My mum always makes our favourite food, buys us proper clothes and takes care of our comfort. Not only this, but she always knows when I am sad and tries her best to cheer me up. I knew who to honor as my superhero – my mum!
My mum is my greatest superhero!
The week passed by very quickly and on Friday morning my mum and I entered my school. I headed to my class, while all the parents waited out near the basketball court, where the superhero parade would take place. In my class, I saw so many boys dressed up as Spiderman, Batman and even Hulk. The girls were mostly in the costumes of Supergirl and, of course Ghost Spider!
All the children in my class, were in some character of the Marvel or DC movies. My best friends, Sasha and Sara were very surprised and shocked to see that I was not wearing any costume, but I just told them to wait until the parade.
After the morning attendance, our class marched out to the basketball court. I located my mum among the other parents and waved at her and she waved back. We all lined up in the basketball area and our class teacher called out our names to come up in front, to show our costume, and give a little speech explaining why we dressed up as that character.
Many children’s names were called and many of my friends went up and explained about themselves and their costumes. When my name was called out, I shyly got up, went up in front to the microphone and found my mum waving at me from the other side. I gave her a smile and a thumbs up, as I started my speech.
“My superhero costume and my superhero is my mum. She is not just any superhero but a real-life Wonder Woman. She cares for me, helps me, guides me, listens to me and so much more that I cannot ever show or pay her back for the amount of love, gratitude and sacrifice my mum has done. When I’m not feeling my best, she knows it straight away and that night for dinner my favourite food always ends up on our dinner table! I love you, Mama, and today I wear you as my superhero costume. Thank you for listening.”
As I ended my speech, the whole crowd applauded, my mum came running towards me, picked me up and flung me high in the air. All my friends gathered around me, patted me on the back and clapped. My mum had tears in her eyes, and she whispered in my ear, “Allah (SWT) has been so kind to give me such a loving daughter like you.” My mum hugged me hard and kissed me on my forehead. I too was crying; I hadn’t planned my speech and spoke from my heart.
That night, as I lay on my bed, I prayed to Allah (SWT) to always keep my mother’s love burning bright for me and my family and us to always be there for our parents. Ameen.
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