Sometimes we feel a strange expression on our face, sometimes
for an instant and mostly the time span increases. Anyhow the whole
story revolves around that expression and when we look into the
situation ,we get to know that this was our sensitiveness making its way
in the form of the moisture, that further proceeds as a tear shedding
from our eyes.
Our heart arrests our mind at a page where there we see a twisted flower and its withered flesh.
Where there we see our heart drowning in the memories of certain events, some people of your life that passed away, some moments that we would love to freeze and keep them forever.Every concrete and abstract thing that we never wanted to lose.But it did lose....
This is destiny.And that's the moment when our destiny passes a warm smile to us, tramples our heart and walks away recklessly.We cant bring everything and every one back.But we know that the hand which wrote your story is watching us in this situation.That hand is firm but infinitely generous as well.Because the pen which wrote our story is holded in the hands of God.Its not something or someone else.Yes its God...
Our heart arrests our mind at a page where there we see a twisted flower and its withered flesh.
Where there we see our heart drowning in the memories of certain events, some people of your life that passed away, some moments that we would love to freeze and keep them forever.Every concrete and abstract thing that we never wanted to lose.But it did lose....
O man what has made you careless concerning your Lord - the most generous.(82:6)
