In the stillness of their waiting, they do not rush, for they know that every season has its time.
They do not envy the rose beside them, nor ask for a different color, for they are content with what Allah Al-Qadeer has decreed for them in taqdeer.
Their petals unfold slowly, each one a gesture of surrender, no worry, only quiet acceptance of the will of the One who planted them.
The flower does not question why the wind bends it low, it simply bends with it, in sabr (patience), grounded in its root, trusting that every gust is part of the Divine plan.
And when the storm is over, it stands tall once again, as if the struggle was never more than a whisper of faith. So let our hearts be like the flower, steadfast in trust, striving always turning toward The Light that guides the growth with the righteous perspective in sight.
