I would write with my closed eyes, you: as my whole universe

I would write how love can change a person into a universe for someone

I would write the loudest sound which could be produced to pronounce your name with love

I would write the depth of sea and oceans in World to describe the depth of my love for you

I would make it possible to tell the world that how much important you are to me, through my writings

If I would have the art of writing

I would write you as moon and me as a pheasant

I would write you like wind and me as dust

I would write you as the only reason for my smile in the whirlpool of sorrows

I would write you as the King of love and me as a follower

I would write you as my rise, glory, victory

If I wouldn’t be able to write anything for you I would simply write that life isn’t possible without you

This is the only you who’s keeping me alive, fresh, and breathing

If I wouldn’t be able to write anything for you I would write you as mine and me as yours and this will explain that your presence is mandatory for my survival.

Is it possible?

One day you will have plenty of time
And I will show you my sorrows by tearing the thread of my shawl woven with my cravings.

Is it possible?
My back is to the back of the "universe" on a cement bench on the beach
And let the sea hear our words and make the noise of love alive.

Is it possible?
One day you come with your own memories
And put your head on my shoulder and say
"Why do you remember me so much... you draw attention to yourself without even paying attention."

Is it possible?
It's evening by a lake ...
And in the shadow of the light of the fireflies flying by the lake, I will manage your compulsions before you.

I know ...
It's possible ...
If you want
It's possible ...

We understand God's love too late
Then we know that He loves us so much that He always gives us the best of the best
We are the only ones, those who fly on stubbornness, disobey it, otherwise what is not in his power?

If He wills, He can give us disobedience from heaven to earth, but He will not

Not only that, but his mercy is also heavy on his wrath.

If you ever look back at the past, you will know when and where he took you ...!

Wherever He held your hand when you were alone, He blessed you with what you were not even capable of, how He created the means from the impossible to the possibilities when you had nothing.

When a man understands this then all doubts disappear, then miracles happen; then thoughts turn into belief, love of God, love is not - a hope, a hope that has no fall.

My mercy embraces all things. [Quran 7:156]

In adoration with this bloom.

At the point when I was on one week leave, one of my student had this bloom in her little nursery, she had an ideal maroon rose after quite a while, everybody from her family needed to cull this excellent piece yet she guarded it for me and offered it to me when I back to work following 3 days of the blossom development.

She attempted this bloom keep new and unpicked by her relatives just to give it me.

I caught this image from my cell phone and when I saw this image it advises me that we need to reinforce our relationship with Allah we can secure it like she ensured that blossom for me.

She shielded it from shriveling or being culled by another relative. At that point why we can't secure our faith for Allah?

Why we cannot shield our faith from shirk, interest of cash and bid'dat?

Why on the off chance that we do a mix-up or sin and we don't return back to Him with such blossom of toba and aafuu?

Why we don't utilize our energies to make Him glad and to be appreciative to Him for His gifts?

May be we don't cherish Him like she adored me and attempted to satisfy me while I was returning from a leave.

Simply consider it!!!

We can likewise keep a rose new to introduce our Creator.

Standing in a row!!!
waiting for my turn!!!
This is life, we spend our whole life waiting for a miracle, waiting for something to be done for us. Which we asked for. Begged throughout the whole life and keep bagging until we achieve it. We are spending our lives waiting like a 12th player on the cricket team. The match goes on, audience applause for the 11 players who are performing and receiving appreciations. He keeps sitting in the pavilion watching the match and waiting for his turn, the same as we are waiting for our turn to be granted, to be blessed, to count ourselves into the list of achievers and bestows.
Waiting for a better job!
Waiting for your home!
Waiting for your love!
Waiting for your spouse!
Waiting for your children!
Whole life is waiting and struggling to achieve the wish we ever think we ever need.
Standing like a beggar asking for love and care is the toughest waiting line, you can't rush, you can't bounce to a number closer to the givers. You are the only person in that waiting line of your life, you will be blessed or will be left empty-handed. Nobody knows when the time will come when you will be blessed when you will be heard when you will have all that you need and wished though the life.
Sometimes the match ends but he didn't get a chance to perform, to participate, to achieve, to gain. But here we're afraid of being this type of 12th player who didn't get a chance to perform, to get appreciations from the audience. We're afraid of the door closes without giving.
But in both cases, if you're blessed or standing in waiting for row there is one most important thing that never loses your faith and trust in Nature. The Creator, Who created you and guided the right path according to that path no waiting line go towards a closed door, no waiting line goes towards the end of the match without audience applause. He is the Giver,

Al MU'TEE (The Giver)
Al MUHYIY (The Giver of Life)
AL WAHHAAB (The Giver of Gifts)

This is only a waiting line in which we are sure to be blessed and bestowed. This is the only place where we aren't afraid to wait like a 12th player who comes back from the pavilion with empty hands.
This is the door which never closes never rejects, always blessing, always giving. الحمداللہ 

Another news of death but now humans started targeting animals. Don't know why humanity is fading away. Don't know why people are not getting the lesson from this pandemic situation.
A hungry pregnant elephant in Kerala left the jungle and entered into a village for food, some of the local persons of that village gave her a cracker filled pineapple which she ate and it exploded in her mouth. She didn't harm any of the cruel villagers, she didn't crush single home while walking in the village with pain in her mouth, with severely bleeding tongue, with a baby in her womb. She then moved to Velliyar River with pain and bleeding mouth, she kept her mouth and trunk drained in water to prevent her injury from flies and to get some relief from pain. 

A forest officer witnessed the oppressed animal and tried to rescue her from the water but it didn't help the poor animal and she died while standing in the water for long.

She was so humble that in intense pain and grief she didn't harm her murderers. It's not tough for an elephant to damage a village with her aggression but she was quite humble and depressed because maybe she was only thinking about his baby about the pain her baby is also suffering from her.
This is not the death of an elephant or an animal, here humanity died...