A Sketch Of A Rose

A sad lonely rose, I thought. A sad rose left in the middle of the rain with her leaves bent down...

I woke up with a not-so-good mood that day. Probably from that dream. I don't know, I can't seem to remember eveything that's happened that day so clearly anymore. Just the dream, and the sketched rose dedicated to those kids who lost their parents right in front of them from my dream.

Children are like roses. They have to be loved, cared for, and guarded from harm in order to grow into lovely, healthy, full-bloomed individuals. As for my dream, those lovely roses lost their gardeners who would care for them, their gardeners whom God has sent to cultivate the land surrounding them. Their gardeners who were sent to nourish them with nutrients and knowledge till they are ready to face the world.

I thought of those children as roses in the middle of a storm. They look as if they've lost their carers. But their owner, God will never leave them behind. God loves orphanned children. There's always sunshine after every storm. Allah s.w.t. will take care of them...

Sunny cat

Just wanted to share somethin'...