Today I think about how my mom had me when she was 22. At the age of 22, she was already a mother of two kids. While me, despite being 28, I couldn’t imagine myself getting married, let alone having kids. I couldn’t even take good care of myself. How am I going to take care of others?

At 28 I’m still having mental breakdown each month thinking I’m not good enough. Still not sure how many cloves of garlic I need to put if I’m going to cook creamy tomyam pasta, I still don’t know the right ratio of milk and coffee to get that perfect taste of coffee my mom I always made and in short, I still don’t know about a lot of things.

I read about how we should cut some slack on our parents because this is the first time they became parents as well, that this is their first time too. I think about that sentence a lot today. I ponder upon how I have been treating my mom all this time. I really pray that Allah grant my mom the highest degree of Jannah because she deserves it.