All in a Rose

BismiAllahir Rahmanir Raheem

*I don't need nobody. I don't fear nobody. Oh, I don't call nobody but You. My One and Only.... All I need in my life.*
- Outlandish

The day before yesterday someone gave me a beautiful pink rose. The fragrance that it emitted wasn't terribly strong, but its beauty was breathtaking, as I have never before seen in a rose. No, it wasn't a long-stem rose. No, all the leaves weren't flawlessly perfect. But its message was loud and clear.

I generally dislike picking flowers because I know that as I enjoy their beauty, I'm also bearing witness to the last moments of that flower's life. You might call that a pessimistic way to view a picked flower, I just consider it reality. Each rose has life until we remove it from the bush that it stems from, until we separate it from all that it knows, until its natural sustenance is no longer accessible.

Just recently a young man buried his brother. A daughter buried her father. A grandmother struggled as her lungs filled with water, while her daughter wondered when her mother would breathe her last. An uncle currently watches as his niece's development is slowed, uncertain of abilities that we all take for granted. A cousin wonders about the health of her loved ones as they recover from a severe car accident. A nephew buries his uncle. A mother watches her child in pain. A sister, in all her helplessness, surrenders to her tears.

What does that rose tell you? It tells me a lot. Its every breath, every ounce of its beauty is from God. He who gives us all. He who blesses us with so much which we take for granted.

I can't appreciate the life of the rose without bearing witness to her death. I can't appreciate my own life, without reflecting on the death of others. My inevitable end.

Why is it that we are so confident that we will live another day and that another breath is guaranteed when the only guarantee that we have at the very moment of our birth is our death? We've been promised our death. It's coming. When, where, how, .. we don't know. But it's on its way. Each word that you read here it taking you one word closer, one breath closer, to breathing your last.

Live preparing for your death, and your life will become sweet, God willing.

And know that Allah will test us. He already has, and He will continue to so. Be ready for it. Submit to Him. And smile, you will find your peace with Him. Only Him.

O my Lord, thank You for all that You have blessed me with, for all that You have tried me with, for all that You shelter me from, for all that You guide me to. Take us all back to You in peace.


yaser said...

Your post reminds me of a story about a Turkish Shaykh. As the old sage neared the end of his life, he realized he had to pick a successor. So he called all his disciples to his room and asked them to go out and bring him the most beautiful flowers they could find. A few hours they all returned, each with a bouquet more beautiful and more fragrant than the last. All except for the youngest disciple who returned with a single wilted rose. The Shaykh asked him why he'd picked the rose, to which the disciple replied, "All the other flowers were still singing the praises of their Lord so I did not want to disturb them. This one had finished its litanies, and so I decided to bring it to you."

That young disciple was chosen as the successor.

Farzeen said...

Assalaamu'alaykum Yaser

Thanks for dropping by and sharing that story. I enjoyed it and appreciated reading it... SubhanAllah. It makes us think...

JazakAllah khayr!

Ahmed Abdul Azeem(Hamid) said...

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.Mashallah very very Inspiring stories,poems.Ur blog has touched my soul,inspired my spirit n moved my mind.

Shireen said...

Shir loves to pick flowers.... but I press it so I can always retain it's beauty......although, it's never as it is when it's fresh, Subhan'Allah.

My deep thinker you are farz... A sister misses her other half..mwaah I miss you jaan:(

Ameen...Ameen! (to your dua)

Snowdrops said...


You're an amazing writer. It touches ones heart deeply. For that, I thank you.

I like your blog ans will add it to my blogroll if you don't mind insha'Allah.


"Do you think that you will enter the Paradise without such (trials) as came to those who passed away before you? They encountered suffering and adversity and were so shaken in spirit that even the Apostle and those of faith who were with him cried: 'When (will come) the help of God?' Ah! Verily the help of God is (always) near!" [2:214]



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