A Letter for
Ammi Jaan

I have been thinking for a long time about how to tell you what you mean to me. Every time I try to say it, the words feel too small. But I am your son — I build things. So I built this for you.

Do you remember this, Ammi? A long time back, when I was learning robotics from a platform called WitBlox.

One day, by mistake, I ordered some robotics kits worth around ₹600–700. When the package arrived, the delivery call came on your number. I got scared because I thought you would cancel it or get angry at me for wasting money.
But instead, you told me to receive it.
You gave me the money and told me to take the parcel.
I still remember that moment so clearly.

Maybe for the world it was just a small package. But for me, it was one of the biggest moments of my life. That day, I understood something very deeply — no matter if the whole world supports me or not, my Ammi always will.

You never fully knew what I was building on that computer all day. I never explained everything properly to you either. But somehow, you always understood me without words.
Ammi, there is something else I always wanted to tell you.

You remember when you used to send me to buy something from the market and I always came back very late? And every time you asked, “Itni der kyun lagi?” I always gave the same excuse — “Bahot bheedh tha dukan pe.”
But the truth is, many times I was not only buying things. I was also trying to learn something new. Sometimes I used some money from the total hisaab to buy courses, internet packs, or things related to learning. I wanted to build something big one day. I wanted to become someone.

I am sorry, Ammi. I lied to you.

At that time, all this technology and coding stuff was very new for our family. I was scared maybe nobody would understand me or support me. But today, when I think about those days, I feel like you already knew everything. A mother always knows.

And still… you never stopped me.

Maybe you saw the dream in my eyes before I could explain it.

I know Abbu sometimes stopped me or worried about what I was doing, and maybe he was right from his side because parents only want safety for their children. But you quietly stood beside me without saying much. Your trust gave me strength. You are my foundation.

I know I get lost in my work sometimes. I get lost in code, ideas, websites, and late nights. There are evenings when you bring chai to my desk and I barely look up. I am sorry for those moments too.

But between every line of code, there is still a boy who waits to hear your voice asking, “Did you eat, beta?” That question is the warmest feeling in my life. That question feels like home.

Everything I am building today has your prayers behind it. Every website, every student I help, every problem I solve late at night — your duas are inside all of them. You are my foundation, Ammi.

Today, by Allah’s grace, I proved myself in academics. And Inshallah, one day I will prove myself in every field of life too. I will succeed. I will make you proud. But for that, I need your duas with me always.

I cannot give you the world yet. But I promise you — I am working on it. And when I get there, the first thing I will say is: this is because of my Ammi.

Happy Mother's Day, Ammi Jaan. Allah aapko lambi, healthy, aur bahut saari khushiyon wali zindagi de. Ameen. 🤍