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How To Say Mother In Different Languages – Happy Mothers Day…..!!!
Posted: May 14, 2012 in About Neeraj SharmaAll that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother’ – Abraham Lincoln. The first word that every child learns to speak is ‘mother’, and that is as good as truth. The word ‘mother’ has a lot of love, care, respect embedded in it. When you are in pain or trouble, the first word that comes out from you is “momma” or “mother”. This signifies that the first person who comes to your mind at times of pain or trouble is your mother. Mother’s day is a special occasion that is meant to honor all the mothers for their love, support, care, and sacrifices. If you are planning to do something unique for her this mother’s day then why not call her in different languages? She will definitely be thrilled by this! If you are wondering how the word ‘mother’ is said in different languages, then go through the section below where the word mother is listed in different languages.
Ways Of Saying Mother In Different Languages
• Afrikaans: Moeder, Ma
• Albanian: Nënë, Mëmë
• Arabic: Ahm
• Aragones: Mai
• Asturian: Ma
• Aymara: Taica
• Azeri (Latin Script): Ana
• Basque: Ama
• Belarusan: Matka
• Bergamasco: Mà der
• Bolognese: Mèder
• Bosnian: Majka
• Brazilian Portuguese: Mãe
• Bresciano: Madèr
• Breton: Mamm
• Bulgarian: Majka
• Byelorussian: Macii
• Calabrese: Matre, Mamma
• Caló: Bata, Dai
• Catalan: Mare
• Cebuano: Inahan, Nanay
• Chechen: Nana
• Croatian: Mati, Majka
• Czech: Abatyse
• Danish: Mor
• Dutch: Moeder, Moer
• Dzoratâi: Mére
• English: Mother, Mama, Mom
• Esperanto: Patrino, Panjo
• Estonian: Ema
• Faeroese: Móðir
• Finnish: Äiti
• French: Mère, Maman
• Frisian: Emo, Emä, Kantaäiti, Äiti
• Furlan: Mari
• Galician: Nai
• German: Mutter
• Greek: Mà na
• Griko: Salentino, Mána
• Hawaiian: Makuahine
• Hindi : Ma, Maji
• Hungarian: Anya, Fu
• Icelandic: Móðir
• Ilongo: Iloy, Nanay, Nay
• Indonesian: Induk, Ibu, Biang, Nyokap
• Irish: Máthair
• Italian: Madre, Mamma
• Japanese: Okaasan, Haha
• Judeo Spanish: Madre
• Kannada: Amma
• Kurdish: Kurmanji Daya
• Ladino: Uma
• Latin: Mater
• Leonese: Mai
• Ligurian: Maire
• Limburgian: Moder, Mojer, Mam
• Lingala: Mama
• Lithuanian: Motina
• Lombardo Occidentale: Madar
• Lunfardo: Vieja
• Macedonian: Majka
• Malagasy: Reny
• Malay: Emak
• Maltese: Omm
• Mantuan: Madar
• Maori: Ewe, Haakui
• Mapunzugun: Ñuke, Ñuque
• Marathi: Aayi
• Mongolian: `eh
• Mudnés: Medra, mama
• Sardinian Logudoresu: Madre, Mamma
• Neapolitan: Mamma
• Serbian: Majka
• Norwegian: Madre
• Shona: Amai
• Occitan: Maire
• Sicilian: Matri
• Old Greek: Mytyr
• Slovak: Mama, Matka
• Parmigiano: Mädra
• Slovenian: Máti
• Persian: Madr, Maman
• Spanish: Madre, Mamá, Mami
• Piemontese Mare
• Swahili: Mama, Mzazi, Mzaa
• Polish: Matka, Mama
• Swedish: Mamma, Mor, Morsa
• Portuguese: Mãe
• Swiss German: Mueter
• Punjabi: Mai, Mataji, Pabo
• Telugu: Amma
• Quechua: Mama
• Triestino: Mare
• Rapanui :Matu’a Vahine
• Turkish: Anne, Ana, Valide
• Reggiano: Mèdra
• Turkmen: Eje
• Romagnolo: Mèder
• Ukrainian: Mati
• Romanian: Mama, Maica
• Urdu: Ammee
• Romansh: Mamma
• Valencian: Mare
• Venetian Mare
• Russian: Mat’
• Viestano : Mamm’
• Saami : Eadni
• Vietnamese: me
• Samoan : Tina
• Wallon: Mére
• Sardinian (Limba Sarda Unificada): Mama
• Welsh: Mam
• Sardinian Campidanesu: mamai
• Yiddish: Muter
• Zeneize: Moæ
Mothers’ day, as we are all aware of, is one of the largest card-selling holidays celebrated worldwide. It is the day, when children express their love and respect for their moms. The day gives children with the opportunity to let moms know how special and precious they are to them. It’s interesting to learn about some mother’s day facts. These facts about mother’s day will not only enable you to gain some knowledge, but will also astonish you. Read further to explore interesting facts about mothers.
Mothers Day Trivia:
1) In most languages the word for mother starts with the alphabet ‘M”.
2) The Chinese family names usually start with signs associated with motherhood.
3) The trend of celebrating mother’s day can be attributed to the ancient Greeks, who celebrated this holiday in the spring season to honor Rhea, the mother of the gods.
4) About 500 years ago, there was a prophetess named mother Shipton, who had predicted that queen Elizabeth would be the next to sit on the throne.
5) The meaning of Greek word “meter” and the Sanskrit word “mantra” is both mother and measurement.
6) In the catalog of popular children entertainment, books by Mother Goose are on the top hot list.
7) The ancient Egyptians always had a belief that “Bast” was the mother of all cats on Earth.
8) The Carnation is the flower that is associated with mother’s day. The red carnation meant to honor moms who are alive while white carnation is to honor a mom who has deceased.
9) In early Christianity, mother’s day was celebrated on the fourth Sunday of Lent, to honor Mother Mary.
10) The Bible honors Eve as the “Mother of all Living.”
11) In Ireland and the United Kingdom, mother’s day is known as Mothering Sunday which is observed on the fourth Sunday of Lent, or three weeks before Easter Sunday.
12) Elizabeth Ann Buttle holds a record for taking longest interval between the births of two children. Her first child was born in 1956 while her second child was born in 1999.
13) Jayne Bleackley holds a record for the shortest intervals between the births of her two children. Her first baby was born on September 3, 1999 and her second baby was born on March 30, 2000. The two babies were born 208 days apart.
14) Although most of South America celebrates mother’s day on the second Sunday in May, Argentina celebrates mother’s day on second Sunday of October.
15) The wife of Russian Fedor Vassilyev made it to the Guinness Book of Records in 1997 for giving birth to most children. She delivered 69 children, which included 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets, and four sets of quadruplets.
Too Busy for a Friend…?
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that inpidual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin… The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
“We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.
“Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”
All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”
Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”
“I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary”
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists”
That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.
Too Busy for a Friend…?
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that inpidual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered. “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much,” were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin… The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
“We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.”
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.
“Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see, Mark treasured it.”
All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.”
Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”
“I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary”
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: “I think we all saved our lists”
That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.
A wise advice from a Mother
A Boy asked his mom, ” How will I be able to find the right woman for me?” The mom answered,” Don’t worry about finding the right woman, concentrate on becoming the right man
