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Hand Prints On the Wall

Hand Prints On the Wall
(Author Unknown)

One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I’d seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn’t last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God’s great treasures…
A small hand print on the wall.

I found the poem above from a book of Stories by Unknown Author. My eyes captured a beautiful title of the poems, “Hand Prints On the Wall,” then I decided to share it. As a mother I have the same feeling with that author. I saw my son grows up way too fast.

My (baby) is 6 years old now, and he will start his studies this year. Alhamdulillah! I’m glad with this fact that he will learn more of life. I imagined about his future life, 6 years in Elementary School, 3 years in Junior High School, 3 years in Senior High School then he will continue his studies to University or college. Oh, masha’Allah he will be a young man. It very…very fast. If Allah gives us more chances to live in this world, I’ll see my son in another person. He will start a new life as a husband and father. Allahu Rabb! I’ll miss his childhood. I dreamed about his future.

And now I see him still a boy, an active boy. I am a witness of his activities. When he was 2, he liked to write everything in every material, floor, wall, cupboard, boxes, doors, and in my clothes. LOL! I gave him some books, whiteboard, pens and felt-tip marker. He writes and draws most every day. And as he was 3, he loved to play mud, and lied on it. I let him to play mud, because I knew he learned something from mud, and ground. I took his pictures when he played with it, I’ll show him, tell him about his childhood in 12 years later. Insha’Allah! I want to know his reaction about himself. It’d be a great event next!

Kaka was playing mud, and he enjoyed it a lot. LOL!
Kaka was playing mud, and he enjoyed it a lot. LOL!
Kaka was being examined in reading IQRA' by Ustadz.
Kaka was being examined in reading IQRA’ by Ustadz.

In my opinion, every mother will miss the childhood of her children. So, let’s play with them and be a witness of their wonderful childhood.


5 years ago, October 16th,2008,my son was born.


My first words when my baby was born were.

“Alhamdulillah, welcome to this world My Loving Baby! Your big family and I are so blessed to have you. Alhamdulillah you’re a great reward from Allah.”

I was a working woman and very busy  before that. I was a teacher in Ad-Da’wah Islamic School. I only had six months at home caring for my baby when the headmaster of that school asked me back. I accepted this request. I left my baby about four years, I mean I only had a little time to accompany him.  Really I was uncomfortable with this situation. Four years, my boy spent his golden age with his grandma. Then, when he was 4, he complained of my job. I knew he needed me as his mom. Finally I decided to leave my job. I thought, my son was more important than my job.  I could find always find another job, working online at home.

It has been nearly 2 years since I have stayed home with my boy. I gave almost all my time for him. I was sure it was his right. I had to guide him to know his Creator [Allah The Almighty ] and his deen as well. I thought then I also had to make schedules for us. My days are almost all for him, and my nights I used for exploring my English skills.


My little prince is five. I wish I’d been there for him. I don’t want to leave him anymore. I’ll do the best for him, to guide him, to educate him and to improve his talents. Those are my great responsibilities. I really understand he grows fast….faster…fastest. Before it’s late, I promise, I’ll be a witness of his childhood. It’ll be a great experience for me, hopefully. And I’m enjoying this moment, truly. Playing together, learning at outside ie; at the rice field, at the river, at the masjid, and the other places are really FUN. I can know what he needs, what his talents are, what his interests are and a lot of things.


One year later, insha’Allah he will start his studies at Islamic Elementary School for six years, and after that he’ll enters into a new phase. Yes, he’ll be an adolescent. I completely understand that CHILDHOOD IS SHORT, therefore I’ll do and give my best for my loving son.


“My son, I hope Allah will guide you to his right way [loving Islam] forever, ameen.”

My loving son
Syadad Abdul Hakim Al Anshori (Kaka)