I’m somehow a bit busy right now. There will be 8 papers left for the final exam. But I think I should put in a new post here since it was empty without anything for weeks. I’ve searched for a book of mine and rewrite here something which I really like.
This isn’t mine actually. I found it somewhere few years ago and copied it into my book. The words are so meaningful and penetrate deeply inside my heart. Thank you so much to the poet for such a beautiful reminder.
It is only a tiny rosebud
A flower of Allah’s design
But I cannot unfold the petal
With this clumsy hands of mine
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known as such as I
Allah opens this flower so sweetly
Then in my hands they die
If I cannot unfold the rosebud
This flower of Allah’s design
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine
So I trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day
I will look to Allah for His guidance
Each step of the way
The pathway that lies before me
Only Allah knows
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments
Just as He unfold the roses
* I am not me in these few days.
