Mother’s Day: My Salute to the Working Mother

The Global Mother. Today. Salute to Her.
The Global Mother. Today. Salute to Her.

Mother’s Day: Whose Mother’s Day? For whom?

Mother’s Day is meaningless if it’s all about the shopping malls and restaurants and gifts and jewelry and wealth to show off. Mother’s Day is NOT about money. Mother’s Day is not an annual, self-gratifying event.

To me, Mother’s Day is about the working mother. To me, Mother’s Day is about the ever-sacrificing mother.

I hope people all over the world reflect on this Mother’s Day what this day is truly all about: mothers who are sacrificing their entire lives for their families, children and society. The ordinary mothers I’ve seen in my life — both in India, Bengal and here in the United States — who have become extraordinary by their enormous sacrifice, by their enormous desire to live with hope and dignity. Mother’s Day is all about the high optimism of working women all over the world — an optimism that gives this man-made depressing state of the world a ray of hope. In fact, I first saw this ray of hope in my mother’s eyes.

My mother worked at home. The global mother works at home…or outside…and at home. She works at factories, schools, farms, forests, mines, highrises, mud houses, offices, courts, restaurants, kitchens, groceries, laundries, sewers, sewing machines, toll booths, tramways, railways, hallways, hospitals…and at home. She takes care of the young babies. She takes care of the older babies. She don’t pause. She don’t take a break. She don’t rest. We often never think of her well being. We never pause and say: thank you, mother. We never say, thank you, mother, without you, I would never be.

We never say, mother, you live too.

Reshma rescued after 17 days!
Reshma rescued after 17 days!

In Dhaka, Bangladesh, Reshma was found alive today, seventeen days after the man-made  disaster when a huge building housing various multinational garment industries collapsed, killing more than a thousand poor workers. Thousands more — mostly young women working for these profiteering corporations and their corrupt bookies and agents and politicians — forever lost their limbs and livelihoods.

The continuing sweatshop fires and now this newest disaster have shown to the world how catastrophic the global economic tyranny has become. Wal-Mart, Gap, Disney, GE, Monsanto, Exxon-Mobil, Nike, H&M, Coca-Cola, McDonald’s, Nestle…with active help from IMF, World Bank, Wall Street and the big political parties…in the name of democracy…

Some of the pictures coming out of the building collapse quickly remind us of the historic destruction of Pompeii. The ancient natural disaster in Rome and today’s modern disaster in the Indian subcontinent have many striking resemblances. Buried bodies. Scalded bodies. Maimed bodies. Mangled bodies. Dead bodies piled up. Dead bodies of mothers, sisters, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters…hundreds of them. Thousands of them.

Two disasters. One natural. The other man-made. One gets scholars’ attention. The other gets media’s bypass. Yesterday’s Nero is hated. Today’s Neroes are let off the hook. Nobody questions.

Pompeii today: Dhaka, Bangladesh
Pompeii today: Dhaka, Bangladesh. Photo by Taslima Akhter.

In the midst of this horrifying, continuing march of death, Reshma survived. Today, brave rescue workers in Dhaka, Bangladesh pulled her out of the colossal concrete rubble.

To me, Reshma is the symbol of this motherhood. What strength! What resilience! Salute to the working, sacrificing, global mother.

Today, on this Mother’s Day, let’s take a pause and reflect on the role the global mother is playing against all odds, to beat back against the global onslaught of greed, profit and decided destruction of society and human values.

On this Mother’s Day, let’s sing a praise for the working, sacrificing mother all over the world.

Truth to my heart. Honest to my God.

Sincerely Writing,


Brooklyn, New York



  1. In a number of jobs that I have had, I have watched working mothers many of whom were single mothers,do everything required by the employer, at the same time, be responsible for all the arrangements for their children’s day, from day care for pre-school age children, to getting the school aged ones off to school, dressed, fed, and with lunches or lunch money, arranging for them after school, getting out in time to pick them up from non-family day care arrangements, dealing with emergencies without putting their jobs in jeopardy because the family needed the money, arranging to squeeze in the shopping, getting meals ready, taking care of the clothes, housecleaning, their own needs, and the next day doing it again. While some had help from caring spouses, who had their own jobs, and a few had help from extended family, most had to handle the bulk of the duties of taking care of family. They were my heroes, and I told them so. Then there were the ones who risked everything to stand up to the bosses to help unionize the workplace, to get some say in the wages, hours and terms and conditions of employment. They are the superheroes.

  2. I came upon this page while reading about Pompeii. I am so moved. Very thoughtful, very true words. I hope you continue to be speak, write and be inspired.

    To touch one, even if ONLY one, other person…to make them see a new way of looking at things is a gift.

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