كانت تشبه شجرة السنديان بصبرها، وقد أثقل الزمان عينها بموت زوجها الذي تركها تصارع الظروف، ومتطلبات ابنتها الطفلة الوحيدة التي لا معيل لها سوى أمها، توالت السنوات فيما ابنتها آية التي كانت آية في أخلاقها وخلقها قد تخرجت من الجامعة تحمل إجازة في اللغة العربية، الاختصاص الذي أحبته منذ أن كان أبوها يسمعها القصائد ويقرأ لها القرآن، أرادت أنْ تعيد لأمّها ذلك الفضل لعلها تردُّ لها من قليل القليل الذي تشعر به تجاهها، فلولا صبرها وتحملها تبعات الدراسة لم تستطع أن تكمل دراستها، وتحصل على حلم الشهادة الجامعية الحلم الذي طالما أرادت تحقيقه على أرض الواقع. جاءت إلى أمها، قبّلت رأسها ويديها مبتسمةً قالت لها: لقد نذرت يا أمي لله أنه إذا تخرجت أن أعلمك القراءة والكتابة.
ضحكت الأم وردّت: أبعد هذا العمر يا بنيتي؟ الله يسعدك بحياتك، المهم عندي أنك درست، وتخرجت، عيشي حياتك.
- وستعيشينها معي، ردَّت البنت التي أصبحت تحمل الشهادة الجامعية.
قدَّمت لأمها كتاباً وقالت لها: هذا الكتاب سيعلمك القراءة والكتابة، ومن خلاله سيكون بإمكانك قراءة القرآن الكريم الذي تحبين الاستماع إليه.
دارت تساؤلات كثيرة في بال الأمّ الأُميّة، أرجعتها الذاكرة التي تكاد تغيب عن أشياء كثيرة في حياتها، لكنَّها لا تنسى أبداً صورة شبابها عندما كانت في عمر ابنتها، لم يكن ثمة تعليم في المنطقة، حاولت التهرب من الموقف الذي وجدت نفسها فيه أمام ابنتها المتعلمة وبلهجة محبّة قالت:
- يا بنتي، أنا الآن في خريف العمر، وقد غربتْ شمسي، وأسأل الله حُسْنَ الختام، الله يرضى عليكِ، اتركيني فما عاد في العمر ما يستاهل التعب.
- لكنّه نذر يا حبيبتي يا أمي، وأنا أريد أن اكتشف قدراتي معك، ضمَّتْها بحنان، مسحت شعرها، انهمرت دمعة من عيني الأم على خدِّ البنت، مسحت البنت دمعة الأم، وقالت: تعرفين أن الطبيب بحاجة كي يتدرَّب، والمحامي أن يتمرَّن، فهل تريدين أن تكون ابنتك معلمة فاشلة؟ سأعلمك، وهذا نذر يجب أن أوفيه، الآن جاء وقت وفاء الدين أرجوك هذا فرضٌ عليّ، وأكثر من واجب، بل هذا أقلّ القليل من الديون التي لك في ذمَّتي.
استعادت الأم صورة أبويها الأميين وواقع حال الزمن الذي كانت تعيش فيه، وكيف تبدلت الحياة، وأردفت: هل تعلمين يا آية أنتم في هذا الزمن محظوظون؟ على دوري لم يكن هناك مدارس ولا تعليم، -ومع ابتسامة- لو أني درسْتُ كنت الآن مثلك أحمل شهادة جامعية، ولو لم أكن ذكية، لما كنتِ الآن جامعية.
قبّلتها وهي تردّد: الحمد لله ما خاب ظني فيك، وقد حقق الله حلمي في أنك أنهيت تعليمك.
وسارعت آية، وبحركة دلال، أشعرت الأم بأن ابنتها ما زالت تلك الطفلة التي إذا أصرَّت على أمر، فلا بدَّ أن تفعله، فهي تشبهها في ذلك، وأنا حلمي يا أمي الحبيبة أن أعلّمك.
لم يكن أمام الأم سوى أن تهزَّ رأسها موافقة، وهي تقول: ذنبك على جنبك، وعليك أن تتحمَّلي طالبتك التي قد لا تكون ذكية مثلك.
ومرَّت الأيام.. كانت الأم قد تشبَّعت بفكرة ابنتها أصبحت تستيقظ قبلها، تقرأ حروف اليوم السابق، لم تعد تخرج إلى زيارات الجارات، قلَّلتْ من ساعات نومها، صار شغلها الشاغل أن تجيد القراءة، وأن تتعلَّم جمع الحروف ونطقها، كانت تشعر بالسعادة البالغة، وهي تنطق جملة متكاملةً من دون أن تخطئ بكلمة، شعرت بشعور جميل يدبُّ في دمها، كانت تحمد الله على أنه وهبها هذه البنت، أصبحت تقرأ القرآن الكريم، ومع مرور الوقت، والممارسة أصبحت أكثر سرعةً في القراءة، وذات صباح أيقظت ابنتها، وهي تناديها: آية...
- نعم أمي، ردّتْ البنت..
- أليس المفترض أن أقدّم امتحاناً لآخذ شهادة، ابتسمت، ضمَّت أمها بقوَّة، وهي تشعر بفرحة أمها التي أعادت إليها بعض فضل، فمثلما الأم أعطت عمرها ومالها لتعلّم ابنتها، حاولت البنت أن تردَّ لها ذلك الفضل، وأصبحت الأمُّ تعتاد القراءة كلَّ صباح مع فنجان القهوة، وصارت تقرأ في كتاب الله الكريم، وقد بدأت تشعر بجمال الكلمات، وتستفسر عن بعض المعاني التي كانت تجد فيها صعوبة في فهمها.
كانت آية سعيدة بتحقيق ما آلت على نفسها أن تفعله منذ أن كانت طالبةً على مقاعد الدراسة، لأنَّ الجزاء من نوع العمل، وهل جزاء الإحسان إلا الإحسان.
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She resembled an oak tree in her patience, and time had burdened her with the death of her husband, who left her to struggle against the circumstances and the needs of her only daughter, Ayah, who had no provider but her mother. Years passed, and Ayah, who was a marvel in her morals and character, graduated from university with a degree in Arabic, a field she had loved since her father used to read her poetry and recite the Quran. She wanted to repay her mother for that favor, hoping to give back a little of what she felt towards her. If it weren't for her mother's patience and endurance of the burdens of education, she wouldn't have been able to complete her studies and achieve the dream of a university degree, a dream she had long wished to realize in reality. She came to her mother, kissed her head and hands, and smilingly said: "I have vowed to God, my mother, that if I graduate, I will teach you to read and write."
The mother laughed and replied: "After all this time, my daughter? May God bless your life; what matters to me is that you studied and graduated. Live your life."
"And you will live it with me," replied the daughter, who now held her university degree.
She presented her mother with a book and said: "This book will teach you to read and write, and through it, you will be able to read the Holy Quran that you love to listen to."
Many questions swirled in the mind of the illiterate mother, memories returning that almost faded from many things in her life, but she never forgot the image of her youth when she was the same age as her daughter. There was no education in the area, and she tried to evade the situation she found herself in before her educated daughter, and with a loving tone, she said:
"My daughter, I am now in the autumn of my life, and my sun has set. I ask God for a good ending. May God be pleased with you; leave me, for there is no longer anything in life worth the effort."
"But it's a vow, my dear mother, and I want to discover my abilities with you," she embraced her tenderly, brushed her hair, and a tear fell from the mother's eye onto her daughter's cheek. The daughter wiped her mother's tear and said: "You know that a doctor needs to train, and a lawyer needs to practice, so do you want your daughter to be a failed teacher? I will teach you, and this is a vow I must fulfill. Now is the time to repay the debt; please, this is an obligation for me, more than a duty, in fact, this is the least of the debts I owe you."
The mother recalled the image of her illiterate parents and the reality of the time she lived in, and how life had changed. She added: "Do you know, Ayah, that you are lucky in this time? In my time, there were no schools or education, - and with a smile - if I had studied, I would now be like you, holding a university degree, and if I weren't smart, you wouldn't be a university graduate now."
She kissed her while repeating: "Thank God, my expectations in you have not failed, and God has fulfilled my dream that you completed your education."
Ayah hurriedly, with a playful gesture, made her mother feel that her daughter was still that little girl who, if she insisted on something, had to do it. She resembled her in that, and my dream, my beloved mother, is to teach you.
The mother had no choice but to nod in agreement, saying: "Your fault is on your side, and you must bear your student who may not be as smart as you."
Days passed... The mother had become immersed in her daughter's idea; she began waking up before her, reading the letters from the previous day. She no longer went out to visit the neighbors, reduced her sleeping hours, and her main concern became mastering reading and learning to combine and pronounce letters. She felt immense happiness as she pronounced a complete sentence without making a mistake. She felt a beautiful sensation coursing through her veins, thanking God for granting her this daughter. She began reading the Holy Quran, and with time and practice, she became faster at reading. One morning, she woke her daughter, calling out to her: "Ayah..."
"Yes, Mom," the daughter replied...
"Isn't it supposed that I take an exam to get a certificate?" She smiled, hugged her mother tightly, feeling her mother's joy as she returned some of the favor. Just as the mother had given her life and money to educate her daughter, the daughter tried to repay that favor, and the mother became accustomed to reading every morning with her cup of coffee. She began reading in the Book of God, and she started to feel the beauty of the words, inquiring about some meanings that she found difficult to understand.
Ayah was happy to achieve what she had vowed to do since she was a student in the classroom, because the reward is of the same kind as the deed, and is there any reward for goodness except goodness?
The mother laughed and replied: "After all this time, my daughter? May God bless your life; what matters to me is that you studied and graduated. Live your life."
"And you will live it with me," replied the daughter, who now held her university degree.
She presented her mother with a book and said: "This book will teach you to read and write, and through it, you will be able to read the Holy Quran that you love to listen to."
Many questions swirled in the mind of the illiterate mother, memories returning that almost faded from many things in her life, but she never forgot the image of her youth when she was the same age as her daughter. There was no education in the area, and she tried to evade the situation she found herself in before her educated daughter, and with a loving tone, she said:
"My daughter, I am now in the autumn of my life, and my sun has set. I ask God for a good ending. May God be pleased with you; leave me, for there is no longer anything in life worth the effort."
"But it's a vow, my dear mother, and I want to discover my abilities with you," she embraced her tenderly, brushed her hair, and a tear fell from the mother's eye onto her daughter's cheek. The daughter wiped her mother's tear and said: "You know that a doctor needs to train, and a lawyer needs to practice, so do you want your daughter to be a failed teacher? I will teach you, and this is a vow I must fulfill. Now is the time to repay the debt; please, this is an obligation for me, more than a duty, in fact, this is the least of the debts I owe you."
The mother recalled the image of her illiterate parents and the reality of the time she lived in, and how life had changed. She added: "Do you know, Ayah, that you are lucky in this time? In my time, there were no schools or education, - and with a smile - if I had studied, I would now be like you, holding a university degree, and if I weren't smart, you wouldn't be a university graduate now."
She kissed her while repeating: "Thank God, my expectations in you have not failed, and God has fulfilled my dream that you completed your education."
Ayah hurriedly, with a playful gesture, made her mother feel that her daughter was still that little girl who, if she insisted on something, had to do it. She resembled her in that, and my dream, my beloved mother, is to teach you.
The mother had no choice but to nod in agreement, saying: "Your fault is on your side, and you must bear your student who may not be as smart as you."
Days passed... The mother had become immersed in her daughter's idea; she began waking up before her, reading the letters from the previous day. She no longer went out to visit the neighbors, reduced her sleeping hours, and her main concern became mastering reading and learning to combine and pronounce letters. She felt immense happiness as she pronounced a complete sentence without making a mistake. She felt a beautiful sensation coursing through her veins, thanking God for granting her this daughter. She began reading the Holy Quran, and with time and practice, she became faster at reading. One morning, she woke her daughter, calling out to her: "Ayah..."
"Yes, Mom," the daughter replied...
"Isn't it supposed that I take an exam to get a certificate?" She smiled, hugged her mother tightly, feeling her mother's joy as she returned some of the favor. Just as the mother had given her life and money to educate her daughter, the daughter tried to repay that favor, and the mother became accustomed to reading every morning with her cup of coffee. She began reading in the Book of God, and she started to feel the beauty of the words, inquiring about some meanings that she found difficult to understand.
Ayah was happy to achieve what she had vowed to do since she was a student in the classroom, because the reward is of the same kind as the deed, and is there any reward for goodness except goodness?