Peace be upon you, O Mother of Muhammad!

A kind brother I know from years ago came from days asking me about a religious ruling related to his sister's family (Mother of Muhammad), so when I looked into the story, I was "touched" by the local expression, meaning I told him: "No! Come, I must understand the details from you, it is a touching story." The heroine of the story is Mother of Muhammad, an aunt in her sixties, living in Jerash, a small city in northern Jordan, who was blessed about 25 years ago with a daughter, and the daughter had "oxygen deficiency" leading to chronic disability, so the daughter remains bedridden without movement or speech. And Mother of Muhammad and another daughter of hers (who did not marry) have been serving this daughter for the past 25 years. Mother of Muhammad has a sister who was also blessed with a daughter about 27 years ago, and something similar happened to the daughter leading to chronic disability, so the daughter does not move or speak. The other daughter (and I will call her Hind for privacy) was cared for by her mother (Mother of Hind) for the past 27 years, then Mother of Hind got cancer. A few weeks ago, events accelerated: The daughter of Mother of Muhammad died after 25 years of being bedridden. Then shortly after, Mother of Hind died, may Allah have mercy on them. And Hind remained in need of someone to take care of her. Who will volunteer to serve Hind? It is the sixty-year-old aunt, Mother of Muhammad, and her noble daughter! Mother of Muhammad, who took care of her daughter for 25 years, and anyone who has a son or daughter sick in this way knows very well what this means in terms of effort, commitment, and restriction, Mother of Muhammad, who was expected to breathe a sigh of relief and "see her life" a little, insisted on taking her niece Hind to take care of her as she took care of her daughter for the past 25 years, and it happened. Mother of Muhammad took her niece Hind. Hind's father pitied Mother of Muhammad and asked to return his daughter to his house and hire a maid for her, but Mother of Muhammad refused categorically saying: (She entered my house and will not leave)! Hind has a married sister who told her aunt Mother of Muhammad: I will take my sister (Hind) in my house, and Mother of Muhammad refused. Our friend, the storyteller, said: "Mother of Muhammad is the kindest of my aunts" And as he was telling me, I felt admiration and affection for this noble family, and I felt that I wanted to be one of them as an individual, so I took out a small amount from my pocket and said to him: (I hope you will bring a gift for Hind from me), he said: (Her father has sworn an oath that no one spends a penny on her)...I said to him: (My man, this is not spending, bring her a simple gift), he said: (Her father refuses and takes care of paying for everything Hind needs)! I said to him: (Okay, bring a bouquet of flowers for Aunt Mother of Muhammad), he said: (We are her brothers and we will breathe our breath before she takes anything from us)...I said to him: (My man! A bouquet of flowers) he said. (By Allah, she will not accept it)! What can I say, O Mother of Muhammad?! What can I say, O owner of the great kind heart? What can I say, O contented, O patient, O one who is satisfied with what Allah has given you, and by Allah, you are enough for me! What can I say about this noble, noble family, who are undoubtedly like her in our nation, especially in the areas that have a good, authentic rural character. So peace be upon you, O Mother of Muhammad, and peace be upon all the good people in Jerash and in the nation of Islam. A lesson in contentment for every afflicted person.