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Wednesday, April 15, 2009


A woman, renewing her driver's licence ,
Was asked by the woman at Registry to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
'What I mean is, ' explained the woman at Registry,
'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'
'Of course I have a job,' snapped the

'I'm a Mum .'
'We don't list ' Mum ' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,'

Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
In the same situation.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
Efficient, and
possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'City Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.

'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and
Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
Looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
In bold,
black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,

'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and
in the field,

(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
And already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
And I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more li ke it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
And the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather th an just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
Completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants --
ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the
child development program,
Testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
Distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mum .'

What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations'
And great grandmothers
'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts '
Associate Research Assistants.'

To all mums out there!!!
And especially for mums and also a career mums!!!
You are so great actually,
May your troubles be less,

Your blessing be more,

And nothing but happiness come through your door.

Say, ( Believe ) There is no Deity except Allaah and Muhammad is His Messenger, and you will suceed .

Asyiq: From my mailing list


Muslimahsolehah said...

From our prophet also said: whom you must be first respect to?..mum. 2nd? mum. 3rd? also mum...and then dad...

ami mahzar said...

ayahnya pulak?? associate profATHER le... rasa nak balik buat research kt umah la... tension nk peksa!!!!

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