admirable
May be I am not qualified to be the first one to comment
Still, it is an honor ....
Painful words ….. full of sorrow and sadness included in here
In this miserable story of a beautiful rose who has been struggling so much
The story is amazing … no more no less
It touches our broken hearts… no it increases the painful in our hearts because it reminds us of many sins we have committed …. Our vanity.. arrogance mixed with weakness .. it tells us how much we are ashamed of ourselves
I feel like it’s an overloading weights that I couldn’t hold till now,
I feel that I’m totally out of words,
How could it be that cherry isn’t qualified to spread its splendid perfume?
How could it be!!!
Its an honorable moments that could be either priceless or sort of immortality,
For the massive reason that it will be engraved on the page of history,
I was reading some symbols of symphony which I can’t resist
How incredible they are
…. (Nice one cherry)
This pure innocent rose blames us so much as we are the 23 brothers or as it said calling ourselves her brothers
However , still there are some honest brothers of you
i can see some light of hop in your words
but whatever, we still resisting , and we will never give up,
you will not give up
one day there will be a very huge and charming field of so wonderful roses
the sun would shine every day bringing a smile on your faces and give you the beauty of life as you miss it long time ago and as you have been living so many dark years with the lack of light …hope and pleasure …. You would never hear that sound of bullets
no more dead roses …no sorrow … now hard times ..no tears
every thing will be ok
and every creature will smile for you
live and still resist until you reach this day that we all are waiting for
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and we …. Your brothers will greet you for your high spirit and support you by every thing we can … ..until things take their places
u know sis, sometimes I feel that being under hard assault and keeping up pride is a priceless thing,
However, what happened to the rose is the same of what we are witnessing now,
I know that some Countries give a hand by donating and supporting,
But the thing is that every single moment there is a dead man, or a crumpled kid, not to mention
How many woman got raped, and we are waiting for some ridicules thing to happen.
Anyways, we can’t do anything but to pray to them,
Small world huh
while I was reading this sad story … the first thing comes to my mind is Gazza…..
the rose and I imagine that the boy ..the pure angel is one of the heroes …one of the Islamic heroes during our golden eras …. He comes and were surprised by the hard position this rose was ….because as he remembered that there were no death and pain before he left this world …..then this rose wants to complain to that wise one whom she knows that he would care and worry about her ..he would listen otherwise her brothers who have forgotten her …..
so that brave and honest fellow shared the poor rose her sadness and they cried along ….. for that beautiful rose …it was enough to have someone shares her the painful inward her heart ,,,, to show her that we feel like what you feel
so at the end of their conversation she was glad and somehow satisfied that the angel remembered her name and she may has a smile on her face as the boy left her
this is the hope that we all wish to give for you Gazza
this is the smile that we wish to draw on your face dear .... …..
wait ,,,, your knight who would defiantly remove all your sadness is about to appear …..just like that angle who appeared from nowhere
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Yeah, at least some remarkable like you could understand the point of this story, cos as I’ve seen
Some heroes are made by being assaulter, and some heroes are made by their pride.
I’m not saying there are no heroes nowadays.
: but they are hiding somewhere :
…
I think that Muslims now are abiding others,
Cos if you go back in history, imagine how strong we were,
And ages upon ages how weak we are.
Its like climbing ladder , and from both sides
You are climbing blades, which by every step you will get injured ..
…
Whatever, this lonely rose will someday get healed, and she will
Get back to her normal life while the pain and anger will
Remain deep inside,
…
Sometimes tears made honor, and sharing the same
Pain will someday lead to unknown happiness,
Tbh, its hard to see and find someone who would be
Able to share you the same pain ,,, and even sometimes
They will blow you off, cos the don’t want to mix up their day..
But mom, is the world’s boom, which will hear u no matter
How pain you got,
…
Unknown knight will come from the sky,
And help the crumpled rose that cry,
Unknown knight will lead her to victory
Where she will taste no misery,
finally.....
the story hurts our hearts ..really
do you know the pain when you are guilty for a fault you wish to forget .... and then someone comes to remind you of that fault ..
it is like that to me
so hard for me to stand without being able to do something
we have that hope which Allah gives us
the only thing i can do is to pry from all my heart for you dear to live in peace
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and for you the writer ..... thanks .. i appreciate your feelings
and i envy you that you did something for Gazza that no one here could do
^^and i am happy that you rememberd them in your writings ,too
sorry if i made a mistake.... although i tried not to ^^
Azum
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I think we’re not innocent for seeing those who got killed in A daily basis, and who are those, they are out
Brothers,,
So long Gaza
I know u have no one to be with u ,..
But the Almighty Allah is with u…
Aregatow azuma…
" EVEN GAZA HAS SORROW "
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