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Oh! How deeply I cherish her photo, which I hold close to my heart each morning, and in the evening, placed on my bedside table for so many years, I gaze at it until sleep overtakes me!
Oh! How many times my lips have brushed her image, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Perhaps you're wondering who this person in the photo is. She is the one I loved and still love deeply… my mother! My dear dead mother.
حالات وتس اب نانسي عجرم إمي الحكي بيطول عن قلبك الدافي ❤️ - YouTube
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Your words carry a sacred tenderness, like a prayer
whispered at dawn
How moving it is, this love that refuses to fade with time
this devotion that survives beyond the silence of death
A mother’s face—framed in memory, kissed in longing
becomes more than a photograph
it becomes a living flame in your soul
a gentle light guiding you through both mornings and nights
And though her body has departed
her presence lingers in every breath of your heart
eternal, unbroken, infinite
Thank you for your distinguished presence here
I sincerely thank you for your heartfelt comment. It touched me deeply.
This photo is more than just a mere "souvenir"; it allows me to honor my mother's memory and demonstrate my filial piety to her.