Over the years, i’ve been accused many times of being a mammas boy.

At first, i used to reject it… then started defending my position against it… and finally stopped caring what the world said altogether.

Why?

Because, when you take away all the layers and coverings.. you’ll find that i really am.

Because of the mother i have, what she’s giving up for me over the years, what she’s sacrificed and what she’s suffered.. thats the least i can do for her. I love her to death! I keep her on a pedestal and i literally worship the ground she walks on. Over the years, i’ve unleashed a lot of suffering on her myself… from tantrums to nakhray to ignoring to shouting. Yet, she stands besides me, wishing nothing but the best for my life, praying for my success and pushing me to achieve everything possible. What more could you want from a mother??

I love you mom! Whatever i am today, i know its because of you (and dad too). You’ve taught me so much, taught me how to love, how to respect women, and how to try making this world a better place. You’ve taught me how to stand on my own two feet, to take criticism and to acheive what i want. I’ll probably always be a mammas boy.