On this Mother’s Day, I stand before every mother in my life with a heart full of gratitude and pride…
They are not just mothers; they are silent strength, continuous wisdom, and an endless love that shapes us day after day.
First: Mothers of this new generation…
Those who face daily criticism, yet continue to raise, work, provide, stay up late, and still smile.
You are true heroes in my eyes…
Women who care for their homes, support their families, work tirelessly morning and evening, spend, nurture, teach, prepare food, clothes, and books, take their children to training and private lessons—all while managing their own jobs.
They are the same women who carry, give birth, nurse, and stay awake through countless nights—day after day, hour after hour.
Next—without ranking—is my daughter, whom I call “my happy thoughts.”
She is optimistic, smiling, and beautiful in both appearance and spirit.
She accompanies her daughters, encourages them to exercise, attends their physical training and music lessons, shares every moment of their lives, participates in all their school activities, reads with and to them, and fills her family’s life with joy and knowledge.
Because she is a beautiful soul, she has devoted part of her efforts to supporting children with diabetes and their mothers, helping them avoid the long-term complications of the disease.
I look at her and say: this is a woman worthy of being a role model.
She neither gave up nor collapsed when faced with illness, but confronted it with a smile and triumphed with determination—without burdening those around her with her struggles.
Dalia is a mother through emotion, knowledge, positive support, and constant presence.
She knows when to step in and when to give her children freedom.
In my view, she is an ideal mother—and I am proud of her.
The third—and first—is my wife…
Every mother loves, protects, nurtures, and gives without expecting anything in return—that is what makes a mother.
But my wife wrapped her motherhood in friendship, without pressure or formality.
She is present in her children’s lives by their desire and joy.
The first thing they think of after any event—happy or painful—is to call her.
She is safety without words, comfort without noise, and a space where they can express themselves freely.
I say to her, as a witness, that this is her greatest achievement in life:
their emotional balance, their integrity, their behavior, and their relationships—all are the result of her continuous love.
When our grandchildren came—like birds singing in the sky of our lives—she became an extraordinary grandmother: loving, wise, present, and responsible, without overstepping.
As a husband and father, I know that much of the love our children have for me is thanks to a mother who nurtured in them everything beautiful.
I love you, thank you, respect you, and appreciate you.
The fourth—without order—is my sister…
She is strong, supportive—like a thousand men.
A sister who is kind, a friend, and passionate is a blessing.
She is a source of affection and strength, a constant presence across time.
A scientist, a doctor, and a caretaker for everyone in the family.
No one has her level of influence or presence.
She is always available, always supportive, and the first person every mother thinks of in moments of need.
She is the wall of support for every small family within our big one—not just because of her knowledge, but because of the comfort she brings.
Even as children grow, she remains their doctor, their beloved, their mother.
She is my sister, my first friend, and my lifelong support.
And the mother of all mothers—my mother…
She is the dearest, closest to my mind, soul, and heart.
How did she manage to be this gentle melody in our lives—without noise, without ever asking for anything?
She was the source of love, harmony, joy, and connection among us.
Without interference, she remained a meaningful presence in each of our lives.
Her love for our father was a model for every wife.
Her calmness and contentment quietly shaped us.
Without asking, she made being around her a joy.
She is my beautiful mother—the most beautiful in our family.
In her elegance, silence, and smile.
I loved you, I love you, and I miss you after your passing…
I love your calmness, your patience, your acceptance.
I love your quiet strength through the years—without complaint.
You were and still are the inspiration of our hearts.
I am not writing poetry about my mother—I am simply describing her as she is.
And my words will never do her justice.
We gravitated toward her without being called, and when we met her, her smile filled us—without blame or reproach.
On Mother’s Day—one of the dearest occasions to my heart—I say to every mother in my family and among my friends:
Happy Mother’s Day.
