Allah’s will, the mother who had just died, revived at the cry of the baby.

I don’t believe everything I am told. I am not very pious either. But I do feel like believing very much in the story told above.

Doctors who work in the maternity ward say:

“On some occasions, it is really hard to save the lives of some mothers. Realizing the dangers, those mothers always say, ‘Save my baby. Leave me but deal with my child and save it,’ and so give life to their babies.”

The following story is attributed to a poet who lived in historic times:

The poet’s mother wishes to eat apples when she is with child. There are dark red apples hanging in the trees in the gardens that belong to their neighbours. She cannot ask for apples from the neighbours since she is at odds with them. She cannot buy apples because she does not have the money. She goes back and forth to the gardens wishing for some apples and thinks she should not take them since the apples do not belong to her, so it would be wrong to take those apples. Then the baby is born and grows to be the famous poet. The poet says:

“Our neighbour’s garden is a fertile land for apples. I sometimes wish to fulfil my mother’s wish and eat those apples. But I don’t, because I do not want to hurt my mother’s soul. Therefore I control myself.”

There is no limit to the respect to be displayed toward parents. A couple of years ago, a man was talking to a famous religious figure: