In the orphanage where he now lived, the boy would look out of the window, feeling a pang at his heart.  He grew up at the orphanage. He ate, drank, studied and passed classes there. He was cured from his illnesses and exercised his hobbies on the streets of a city teeming with preparations for Mother’s Day. “Why do I insist on recalling the face of my mother today? Is it because it is Mother’s Day?
Sanaa El-Harakeh aimed to draw attention to the bitterness suffered by those orphans separated from their parents by the tragic whim of fate, before associations caring for orphans stepped in to lend them a helping hand. The first edition of the book was published in 2010 by Asala. 
Why would I care about Mother’s Day? Why would I not care? Many from this association have given out their heart to me, not only their time and energy. 
It was then that the boy realized that had it not been for the compassion of the orphanage, he would have been homeless. He could have been that poor florist he saw from his room in the morning or the shoe-shiner working in the rain or under burning sun. It dawned on him how fortunate he was to have received the care and attention of the orphanage and he did not forget to offer roses to his now wheel-chaired aunt.