We didn't ask to be carried; it was given freely.
To the mothers who carried us when we couldn't walk, who supported us when we couldn't stand, and who loved us when we were hardest to love: (How could we ever forget you?) Karninda Sirtinda Tasidin Beni Nasil Unuturum
First, the —the nine months of shared breath, the physical toll of bringing a new soul into the world. It’s the invisible bond that begins before we even have a name. We didn't ask to be carried; it was given freely
It translates to:
Then comes the . In many cultures, this is literal—mothers working in fields or walking miles with their children wrapped to their backs. Symbolically, it represents the years of "carrying" us through our mistakes, our heartbreaks, and our growth. It’s the weight of responsibility that a mother never puts down, even when her child is fully grown. Why We Can Never Forget It translates to: Then comes the