Motherland and Mother have been the same of peak together, and they are always united as sacred beings. Mother was rated as a sacred being by the examples of written and oral literature in our epoch from the beginning. Mother gives us life from her blood and body. And we must convey all this not only with biological abilities, but also with our ideas, knowledge and, of course, with literature thoughts. The image of mother has always been and will be the main character of our literature. As the motherland is indispensable, so the mother is also indispensable. When we get older, and had our own children, again we still need our mother’s breath. And in this need literature helps us, to feel always mother’s breath and soul.
There are many poets, writers, scholars who wrote and explained the soul of the mother. One of them is a poetess, a scientist – Professor Mahira Nagikizi.
Mahira Nagigizi Huseynova (1960) is a Doctor of Philology, Professor, Dean of the Faculty of Philology of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University in Baki – the capital of Azerbaijan. She was awarded the title “Best Teacher of the Year” in 2003, medal “Excellence in Education” of the Azerbaijan Republic , laureate of the ” Golden Pen “, and “Scientist of the Year” in 2018 years.She is author of 3 textbooks, 8 monographs , more than 200 scientific articles , 20 books and many Ashiq’ songs.Her poems have many themes . And one of them is Mother. This is one of her poems about Mother. And she explained herself and her Mother’s image in this poem.
Expressing love is difficult
I loved, I loved it like embers of fire.
Taking as a cure for pain,
Loved – like ice in a hot summer.
Poetess explained her love like as embers of fire, which is symbol of life, like as ice – which gives solace from illness.
When grief joined to stream, and brought,
Which sad man could say so?
What to do, this was my fate
I loved the winter – as summer of my fate
Here poetess explained all difficult minutes – like majestic moments of nature.
Who was fought with the fate, show me.
Was gain enough or not, show me.
Which fate was the fate of love, show me.
I loved that fate of love – like the flirt.
Poetess said that, at all events the mother she took mothers feelings like the flirt.
Grown up, brought your fruit to you.
You are root, we sprouted your branch.
Your face – which I saw every time,
I loved – like as an open eyes.
The poetess tried to say that – aging does not matter – in anyway – mother – our seeing eyes.
Every child is a gift – what does he will give, I don’t know
Fit in heaven or earth, I don’t know
Said Mahira her word, I don’t know
I loved you – as a grateful daughter.
Here – poetess tried explained the greatness of a daughter – which is the soul for a mother. And she reached on her own intention. At the end I must write that poetess Mahira Nagikizi wrote this poems for all mothers .including her Mother Nazli .
Mother is Life of people is invincible as its history and tradition. And this invincibility is the legacy. We must take attention to the optimism of future, and always enjoying with our tradition. Let always our mother’s breath, smile and advice be in our home and soul.
By: Mesme Aliyulla qizi Ismayilova