My mother

I and my mother when I was ten months (1970) in Bukittinggi, West Sumatera.

Abu Huraira reported that a person came to Muhammad SAW and said: Who among the people is most deserving of a fine treatment from my hand? He said: Your mother. He again said: Then who (is the next one)? He said: Again, it is your mother (who deserves the best treatment from you). He said: Then who (is the next one)? He said: Again, it is your mother. He (again) said: Then who? Thereupon he said: Then it is your father.

This page is about my mother. My mother’s name is Sofiah Djamaris. In Sawahlunto, West Sumatera, she was born on October 10, 1933 (in the certificate and the passport were written born in 1934). She was retired as a senior lecturer at the State University of Padang (Universitas Negeri Padang) in 1999. Although my mother is not well recognized in the academic world, their children know she is intelligent. Her friends and teachers acknowledge that she is an intelligent student. She was the favorite pupil of Pak Jalal (father of Prof. Fasli Jalal, former Deputy Minister of Ministry of National Education, Indonesia) when studying at Diniyyah Putri, Padang Panjang, West Sumatra, in the 1950s. She obtained her first degree in Islamic Studies from Institut Agama Islam Negeri Sunan Kalijaga, Yogyakarta, in 1964. The late Prof. Muchtar Jahja supervised her thesis.

My mother comes from a village called Pamuatan, which is located in the Sijunjung district in West Sumatera province. She was the first person from the village who got a bachelor’s degree from the university. At that time, this was a remarkable achievement since her mother, who financed her study at the university, is illiterate.

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