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Friday, August 1 2008
Waking up in the middle of a magnificent, sublime and gigantic field of roses...
I asked myself if it was just a dream or a hallucination.
I was so amazed by all the beauty there...
that I thought loudly...
why all the flowers were only roses?
Then one of them stood to answer:
We weren’t all roses some only were born so...
the others had learned lately how to be.
Sitting on a rose bed the others had generously made for me...
I listened to the story of one of them...
and how she became the most beautiful of all.
She started by:
I was a little girl when…….
The amazement drawn on my face interrupted her.
Then she took back her sentence and said:
I was a little girl when I saw my mom...
becoming such a graceful and distinguished rose.
There I make my wish to became like her.
I was just a child when I took my first lesson
in how to become a rose.
And then, the first crowns of petals started to appear....
from a very small bud held by a very frail stem ornamented by few small leaves.
I never saw them before this moment but I felt like they were always there.
Growing up , the number of the petal crowns increased more an more
surrounding the very first ones until I thought I’ll going to be choked.
Actually, I was only scared by the very fast metamorphosis.
For my 18th anniversary, I completed my petal dress...
with a very delicate and discrete crown of sepals.
And got a very important lesson...
about how to be proud but “hayeeya”.
My dress had been the most beautiful of all whom were there.
Impatient I interrupted her again:
Did your studies ended then?
She continued and I understood that they weren’t yet.
Between 18 and 20 I gained my final stem length.
I then thought that I was finally ready...
to leave my life as woman for the one of a rose.
When a sudden storm taught me...
that this moment hadn’t already come.
My stem was so thin that I got hurt by this first storm.
It took me time to heal my wounds.
But the arose of many other leaves....
that had become, day after day, more and more extensive.....
helped me to have a very strong and thick stem.
I asked:
Why are you leaning your head, is that because you still hurt?
She explained:
No I’m completely healed now.
The wind was just giving me another lesson......
about how to face eventual threats.
And by leaning like I’m doing I can at least minimizing the damages.
The storm wasn’t the last test so I can be ready for my new life....
Being surrounded by many curious......
whom were pretending being fond of my wisdom not only by my beauty.....
had put me in a constant warning state....
attentive to any move or any suspicious gesture.
But the most testing event was when one of my chum.....
died because of one carefree, unconscious mind.....
who had cut her stem before she would be graduated.
There I got my last lesson and been acquainted with the last needed changes.
When thorns started growing everywhere on my stem
I finally felt ready and safe.
As a reward, all the graduated were given the most luxurious perfumes
I asked:
Why you had chosen to have the white color for your princely dress?
She smiled and said:
In fact, I was the only one who was given the privilege....
to choose the color of my ball dress.
All the others had lost this privilege during the tests.
Yes but you didn’t tell me why precisely the white color?
Smiling again she added:
The white reminds me all the dreams I made and that came true.
It reminds me, how I was dreaming about the free and untouched lands.....
But most, it reminds me the kind, gentle and pure heart of my mom.
I smiled, she smiled ….
I wished to be the white rose she became.
But you know what?
I was taking notes, lol.
I think it’s why she was smiling all the time.
I kissed her goodbye and walked away
When suddenly I remembered that I forgot
to ask her about the mysterious light
I heard so about.
And when I turned to ask her
a dazzling light coming from nowhere or was it from everywhere?
prevented me to approach or see her again.
I closed my eyes because of the light that was so blinding
and when I opened my eyes again
she was gone
I was terrified thinking that she was hurt or in danger
But the other roses calmed me down
By saying that she was chosen
to be herself the light
that will spread over other little girls
to take their hands when they will choose
to become the rose she was…..
This is my gift to all women
and my wish for all the little girls
Gifted
Tags: rose, conversation, woman, “hayeeya”, white, metamophosis, girl, beautiful, hallucination, light, wisdom, flower, petals
samedi, 19 mai 2007 - 09:58 (CEST) Lien permanent | 12 commentaires
May your life be blessed forever, Mother.
Thank you mother for every moment of your life you dedicated so I can be who I’m.
Thank you mother for every moment of care and every gentle and lovely touch.
Sorry to have thought you were hard and uncompromising,
it was the first time I experienced such a love.
I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you to have your first child when you were so young.
I understand that it wasn’t easy for you to have your first born, a girl.
Because I know now how much were your fears about my future and my comfort.
I know it wasn’t easy for you to rise and to handle a rose you thought fragile and defenseless.
You forgot that for each rose Allah’s created prickles.
I regret deeply each moment I have hurt you.
I’m sure you understand that I was learning how to treat you with more merit and consideration.
Mother, your innate and humble shyness taught me so much about how a woman should be.
Your wise silence taught me more than any book or a master would do.
And your "No" showed me more about the truth than a "Yes" can do.
You showed me delicately that the gentleness and kindness of a woman have to be supported by wisdom, just and self-control.
I was so envied by all my friends because of your angelic face and your strong character.
I ignored that all the beauty and strength were in your heart.
Mother, no one can ever love me as you do.
All the words aren’t enough to tell you how much I love you and respect you, as a mother, a sister, a daughter but more as a woman to woman.
You’re still reminding me with each dawn about Allah's gifts so I can start my new day grateful, safe and satisfied.
You're still reminding me each night about Allah’s rewards so I can sleep peacefully and hopefully about tomorrow.
Mother, you dedicated your life to put the love you have in me.
A love without conditions, a love without prejudices.
I’m so proud to have been your first experience in giving life.
I’m so lucky to have you as a friend.
If Allah has already put in your heart your love for me so I can grow loved and surrounded.
I’m grateful to Him He helped me to find my way to this love.
How can a simple word as L O V E tell about what I feel for you.
I don’t see myself as only your daughter but as your mother who wants to give you as much love as you did.
How can a simple word as T H AN K S shows you how much I’m grateful to all what you did for me.
But you know Mother I was attentive to each of your hopes and I know what exactly will please you most.
I just have to continue being what you taught me... so you can be proud when you will meet our beloved teacher, Mohammad (May Allah exalt his mention) and show him how a brilliant teacher you was.
Gifted
This words I wrote about my mom are dedicated to her and to every mother around the world. Happy mothers' day to all. May every day be for you a celebration.
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