Not long- narrated, not elaborate, the work brings a "fast but profound" reading experience, suitable for the busy pace of life. Although as compact as a pocket book, Mother ve troi still gathers enough ideological depth and artistic beauty, each page of the book has unforgettable echoes.
Writer Dang Huynh Thai shared: Nowadays, when human time is becoming narrow, the common trend is to be afraid of reading things that are long and time-consuming. Therefore, compressing books into super thin, super short, and small books (pocketbooks) is the choice of most authors and readers... The ancients have taught good people, and in the end, experience. Good work, in the end it is a simple work".
With "Mother in heaven", the author has proven that simplicity, if taken care of delicately, can create deep and lasting echoes.
Below are excerpts from 2 of the 50 short stories in the book "Mother ve troi".
DEBT MOTHER
My husband passed away early, leaving behind two children: Sister, younger brother, I worked hard to earn money to send them to school. All the above is enough to make gold, collect scrap, clean the house, and sweep the market to make socks. Going early and coming home late, really far away, leaving the street goods unused; children should not feel sad. My mother and I's life is covered by a splendid "golden cup", and it is temporarily stable.
My two children are gradually growing up. In high school, her child said:
Mom! I want a bicycle, I'm very tired of walking."
Oh, let me buy it.
Seeing that, my friend, asked:
Mom! When I get to the next level, my child has to learn more English".
Okay, go learn, Mom is worried.
Her child asked:
Mom! I want to buy a dress, wear a dress on your birthday, thick like a collar, very ugly".
Oh, I think so.
After finishing high school, both of them went to university, and in two different cities, I borrowed and bought each of them an old motorbike.
Her children demand:
Mom! I want to stay at my own house. The boarding house is dirty and in a mess.
Okay, let me worry.
He saw that and complained:
Mom! I want to study for a master's degree!
Oh, try! Giving with humanity".
With so many things, I tried my best to take care of my children's education.
Time passed quickly, everything came and went, the children grew up. Her children married into large officials. He has a master's degree and opened an international delivery company. They no longer ask for money. I was thin, my limbs shided, and my eyes were blurred, so I couldn't afford to visit my children. Occasionally, I send my mother three grand and a few phone calls. I said: "For money, I just need to eat a half-month meal with you for a quick snack to practice, that's fun". That pond was so far away.
Thinking and feeling sorry for "the pain of the afternoon". The 8th thing is Phuc (they are attractive and curved) and the 9th thing is Phuc (they are protective) I did the opposite.
As the death anniversary approaches, I call them: "That day, children, arrange to go home to your father's death anniversary?". The daughter's friend replied: "Mom calls so many times, I have a lot of work and can't come back!" That is what they call it. The young son replied: "I was abroad at the time, I gave up this contract and lost a billion." Power-off.
I lay paralyzed for three days, with a sudden splash of yellow and blue, only bones and skin left, and a strong breath...
The neighbor told her two children: "I can't take you to the emergency room yet, the doctor says I'm going to work hard... Under the pillow, there's only this paper".
Receipts for payment for blood sales. The two sisters burst into tears!
He was hopeful and said: "The children's mother's debt cannot be paid in full!".
MOTHER RETURNS TO HEAVEN
For the past few days, I have been vegetarian about Buddha's teachings. During the day, I go to the middle of the garden to meditate, then go to bed late at night. Waiting for the 50th anniversary of the Liberation of the South and National Reunification Day. I calmly pampered my mother.
On April 30, 1975, my mother and I went to the alley to pick up our husband and children from the battlefield. Waiting forever, waiting forever but still not seeing anyone.
Then my mother received three death certificates. Husband and two sons. Then the mother was awarded the title of "Heroic Vietnamese Mother". I am the wife of the youngest son of a martyr.
For 50 years, the mother and daughter have been together. His mother urged him to walk again. Am I leaving you alone?
National anthem! The 50th anniversary of the river has been celebrated with a strip and 21 victorious lanterns. The mother burned incense. I have not had tears for many days, now the forest is in pain. I burst into tears, holding on for a moment...
The mother took 3 photos from the altar and carried them to the middle of the garden. I placed it on a table, looking up at the sky. I opened all the underpass covers. 50 years later, it is still warm. The darkest place is the brightest place.
I calmly meditated, the strong energy flow ran all over my body, letting the suffering of humanity go into the revealed, uncertain world.
I beg you, Buddha, to be kind
I would like to give you all this happiness
A bridge for children with all kinds of species
All are now Buddha's laws.
In her mother's heart, the film of life is slow to air: "The loud sound of guns, the American plane whistling... Mother cries secretly, silently sending her child to the battlefield... Heroic mother walks between two rows of tongue... The bomb explodes, goes up, squeaks down, mother smiles victoriously!"
The power of spirituality, reason, and light is bright.
The red flag flew against the blue sky, white clouds. The plane was flying, carrying mother back to heaven!
MALE MODEL BODHISATTVA MA HA SLAP ...
