A Mother's Pain: The Shame Of Betrayal

The day my son, Abbas, was born, people celebrated with joy, and we shared happiness, not knowing he would grow to bring disgrace upon our family.

Together with his father—a taxi driver—I worked tirelessly selling bread to fund his education. We even enrolled him in a mechanics apprenticeship, hoping to secure his future, but Abbas chose a path of dishonor, turning to theft.

I wouldn’t wish the pain I feel on any mother. Abbas has become a symbol of shame, and I can only imagine how others perceive me as his mother.

Neighbors often tell me they see Abbas flaunting luxury cars and designer clothes on social media, yet here I am, still selling bread, while his father struggles to pay off a taxi on hire purchase.

Can anyone truly count me as someone who has a son? To us, Abbas is as good as a stranger. If he remains detained for years, it doesn’t matter—he has brought nothing but pain. May Allah forgive his sins, especially if he chooses to return the money he took from others.