She visits library as her daily routine. She says she finds solace in books and it's characters. Exchange of books is what she does every other day.
She finally got her hand on the book that she always wanted to read. She did a happy dance on her way back home with the book tightly grasped to her chest.
To eager to read the book she threw away all the stuff and laid face-first on bed, legs dangling at the edge. She flipped open the book and started picturing herself as the protagonist. So engrossed in the book that she didn't realise reaching to the end of the book untill she came across a dried white rose with neatly folded yellow clip.
She picked up the rose and the piece of paper and kept the book aside. She scrutinized the rose, and flipped open the piece of paper. It read - "To The Beautiful And Pure Soul Reading This."
The words were nowhere special. But she felt a gust of emotions rushed in her, making her go numb and overwhelming at the same time.
The book was long forgotten. She found herself caressing the dried white rose as if it was a new born baby's skin. Soft. Tender. Fragile. And more over beautifully delicate. She didn't understand whether to consider it as a destined gift or a random offering. She never tried to find to whom it belong.Now she finds herself gazing at the rose and letter for hours. Finding that solace in them that she finds in reading books.
The rose and the piece of paper has surely made a permanent home in her diary.
Many years ago, all feelings and emotions have gathered to spend their vacation on a coastal island. Each one of them was having a good time, but one day there was announced a warning of a storm and everyone had to leave the island.
This caused a panic, all rushed to their boats and only "Love" did not wish to be in a hurry. There was so much to do, so "Love" was the last, who realised that it was time to leave. However, no free boats were left and "Love" looked around with hope.
As "Prosperity" was passing by in its classy boat, "Love" asked- "Please, take me in your boat." But "Prosperity" replied "My boat is full of gold and other precious possession, there is no place for you."
Then "Vanity" came by in a lovely boat. "Love" asked- "Vanity, could you take me in your boat? Please help me. "Vanity" said "No your feets are muddy and I don't want my boat to get dirty."
A bit later, "Sorrow" was passing by and "Love" called for help. But "Sorrow" answered - "I'm so sad, I want to be by myself."
Then "Happiness" came by, "Love" asked for help but "Happiness" was too happy, it hardly concerned about anyone.
Suddenly somebody called out - "Love, I'll take you with me." "Love" did not recognise it's saviour, just gratefully jumped on to the boat.
When everyone had reached safe place, "Love" got off the boat and met "Knowledge". "Love" asked - "Knowledge, do you know who helped me when everyone else turned away?"
"Knowledge" smiled - "That was "Time", because only time knows Love's true value and what love is capable of. Only Love can bring Peace and Happiness."
The message of this story is that when we are Prosperous, we underrate Love. When we feel important, we do not appreciate Love. And even in Happiness and Sorrow, we overlook Love. Only with Time we realise the true value of Love.
I was born naked into this world. Did I ask to be here? A question I can’t converse. Loved and kissed; washed and fed; cuddled and taught that was all to be read.
The layers of society seem complex, with the people trying their very best. Money and bills; tax and the NHS; a pension pot to retire on before they say “dead!”
I read the books in the library; my health and stature define me; I looked for God and never found him. Religion and spirituality; meditation and morality; wealth leads to inequality, while capitalism undermines me.
My children are born naked into this world. I asked them to be here. A question I can now converse. Loved and kissed; washed and fed; cuddled and taught that is all to be read.
My eyes are open to the complexity of society, and people are still trying to do their best. Credit cards and renting homes; student loans and endless debt; I will still own nothing before my death.
I’m playing the game of society but it offers me no peace or success. Stocks and shares; bonds and interest; lines on a graph that means More or Less.
Wealth is not in money. Health can’t be purchased with plastic banknotes or honey. Laughs and smiles; memories and stories; be rich in life without all the commodities.
Everything I own is borrowed, I’m naked underneath this breath because that’s how it really is – for life to start and be fresh. Feelings and emotions; love and devotion; care for each other and leave naked! After – life – is – spent.
One of the first few questions you come across after talking to a stranger is " Where are you from ? " Isn't it? And though we have always been mentioning our hometown as an answer to the above question, if you analyse deeply you will realise that this question asks for so much more than just a place. It seeks to know your roots and the address of your soul.
--Today, write a creative answer to the above question in the form of a poem or quote--
This poem hits home Fasting is a beautiful gift to all religions, it teaches us discipline and appreciation.
It's that time of month again, where you appreciate the food filled fridge, where you appreciate the running water from your taps, when you understand the hunger growls of the poor, where we all wonder why we didn't do more.
It's that time of month again, where your heart fills will peace, when your life feels blessed, where a dimpled smile is printed on your face, where life will go in its mubarak own pace.
It's that time of month where we notice those who we lost, where treasured memories invites themselves in our minds, where the tables feel more empty than the past, yet at the same time feels full with new beautiful hearts.
It's that time of month where our hearts feel closer to Allah, where our limbs are aching for salaah, where our minds are constantly reciting verses of the quraan and where we feel more peace and contentment than we do in the whole year.
It's that time of month, where I will make sure to ask you again to make dua for my family and I, where I make dua you will have a month filled with more memories and goals, where you look at yourself and wonder what would make you a better person in the eyes of Allah.
I make dua that you have an amazing month, and make dua that those who have left us are in a better place. I make dua that you treasure their memories and absents, as everything comes from Allah.
It was years before my time when women were whipped for their inferior characters. It was ages after when they declared no more pain to the work of sinister. My fellow sisters have been birth afflicted with darkened skies. To be a woman was a disgrace, to wanting a future had no optimistic trace. Every dominant soul clenched their first infront of their face, and with no regret swung in a fast pace. They were merely known for their reproductive funtion but other than that being a woman felt like a grave sin. If a daughter was born she'd be buried alive, but let a son be born then they would all cheer with high fives. Those woman cried themselves to sleep, as even their fathers found them disgusting to keep. Their mothers silence had been genetic, passing onto each damned soul, just fantastic!
It was until the whipping became numb to the body, until the bodies crinkled to their demise or until the screams became silent did they start believing in resilience. These taunted, broken, bruised bodies of dominance chose to stand tall with gentleness and patience. They realised that superiority is not all physical strength but instead derives from a little common sense. With this imbibed in their paths did the ongoing journey to freedom begin...
Today I stand here with the intention to achieving a career, with the right to find a job with an income, with a mind full of goals and dreams, with skin free from actions of abuse, (except from mistakenly hitting my toe on the corner table), and with the belief to a utopian future. This wouldn't be possible if it wasn't for my freedom fighters!
This is the gift in which I keep close to my heart, it was gifted to every women in the past, present and future. A present cannot get anymore special than a gift which last for eternity. This gift my not be fully achieved but the change is drastically noticeable. I thank each person who has gifted me this Special Gift and I looked forward to it's completion.
Be strong my dear Sisters, as we have been saved from the past horrors! Don't stand for any wrong afflicted upon a person, fight for your freedom, like how our Queens of freedom did, let's right the wrongs and change our own lives for the better!