Sometimes when we take pictures we fall in love with tiny details that the world might fail to notice.
Just like that in life we should be thankful for the little things that others might notice.
Say Alhamdulillah. ALHAMDULILLAH ALA KULLE HAAL.💚
The photo I’m attaching is…
of a HUGE tree which is bench shaped. and this tiny green miracle is growing in the middle part of the bark.Isn’t it lovely how our delicate little pops out of the rough dark bark? Just notice the differences! SubhanAllah.😍
P.S I’m really happy with this picture of mine. It was alot of hard work and alot of frustrating moment. BECAUSE of the WIND! And it’s SO TINY, therefore it was extremely hard to focus. (And don’t steal my picture, please. <.<)
Specially thanks to my sister. (We want for a walk, 😛 her patience MashAllah and words of motivation helped me, honestly.)
So here I am trying to write something related to the topic. XD Jade,don’t kill me if it’s too bad.
If you ask me what inspiration my is.My answer would probably a mess.Like this:
I don’t know.I guess my inspiration can be anything! *o* Sometimes it’s just I try to hold on to the words rushing in my head, so maybe my inspiration are my thoughts? Sometimes I just look at a pic or a scene I if I feel the scene or ponder about,I just try to put it into words. :’) At times someones actions that inspire me.
Maybe it’s the way that the grains of sand stick to my feet or how the blue sky makes we want to take flight.Perhaps it’s the way how the world is so broken,dry and scary yet we have strings of thoughts,pocket of good deed and a big sack of hope that still keeps the earth intact.That sometimes inspires me..?
I’m still figuring out the answer.All I know for now is that my answer cannot ever possibly be completed.Traveling through time we find ourselves in different paths,accompanied by various thoughts,emotions.experiences,tales and the list goes on.One thing is confirmed,we are never satisfied thus is the case with my reply to ‘What is your inspiration?’
Inspiration can be anything and everything.You show me high beautiful mountains and I may not be inspired at all. The way I noticed the dust beneath my feet.Trust me I can end up being inspired and would write about my thoughts! 🙂
Once a friend of mine had a display picture of a heart but it seemed very unique.At first I liked it and told myself to compliment.The next time I saw the picture,I changed my mind.That dp was beautiful but when I started connecting my thoughts and noticed the other side of it,it didn’t look good anymore.Thus,I ended up writing about it. 🙄
I wish I could show you the picture but I can’t seem to find it. Anyway,here goes…
Hope in a human being;no word can wholly describe it,verily.The intensity of hope in a humans heart differs,always.Hope has always been unique,pleasing and undoubtedly phenomenal.
Like snowflakes,perhaps.The delicate creativity withheld in them is immeasurable.
Similar to hope,they reside in different parts,different lands and also in different hearts.
The sight if when all those inexplicable and unexampled little figures,descend from the chilled sky is absolutely,to die for.They have something to show the world.They display natures magic.
Similarly,hope shows the world the enchantment of tiny variety of emotions growing into a lovely form with rare and beautiful endings.
The miserable fact is the fact is that the snowflakes don’t always fall in every place or every land.Hope isn’t always born,doesn’t always stay.It does not occupy every heart,every day.At times all a human heart has is the four chambers of vacuum.
The melancholy of this tale doesn’t end here.
Whats more depressing is to see those beauties be melted by warmth.
It is even more painful to let a hearts hope burn away or more specifically evaporate into the air.Leaving behind the atmosphere in the heart dark,dull and worst of all hopeless.
There is not one reason,but more,for why hope vanishes.
It could be a seemingly logical comment,thrown up like spears that are aimed straight for the heart,to shatter it to bits!Or it could be a smirk on a stern face that indicated that the worst is yet to happen.Or even one of those thoughts that make you feel worthless!
The very important thing to keep in your mind is that just like snow flakes hope will return and that itself is hope.A spark hope that lights the heart.similar to the first snowflake you see in winter. ❤
A friend wanted to as me about how I was doing and what was I up to but as soon as she asked, ‘Whats up these days?’
She immediately added, ‘..except for studies and pictures.’
This is because for about one week,part of my routine was taking pictures of the morning sky and showing her.Just yesterday she told me to leave the poor clouds alone.But will I listen? Obviously.no. 🙄 In sha Allah I will take pictures today also. 😎
So today I will show you the beauty of sky which is still undefined.The majestic,unique and very cute clouds,which remind me of snow.Although I have NEVER seen snow in reality. 😥
There is something I want to tell you dear visitor before you continue with this post.I am that kind of person who takes atleast three pictures of a scene.Do any of you do the same? XD
I tend to notice the differences and I sincerely do admire them.I KNOW that where I stand the sky has a beautiful shade of blue perhaps contaminated with some grey in addition to the slightly dull orange. Plus,with uniquely shaped clouds.
I ALSO know if I turn to my left and look up,I am sure that it will be a whole new world there.The sky might be the same shade of blue,almost.But the way the clouds move or set them selves with the sunbeams hitting them from different angles,gives that scene a new sense of originality.
So what I wanted to say was I have alot of pictures.Deciding what to post and what not to is hard.More importantly I don’t want to waste your time or bore you with similar pictures.:P
I thought of asking someone to help me in choosing the pictures.Later,I changed my mind.I should do this myself.
I shall stop blabbering now.Okay? Okay.
Here it goes! 😀
Looking up when feeling down,is an art we have yet to master.
The blue sky is blue like blue bubblegum
But it prays to Allah
It prays to Allah
And like the flavour of the blue sky
And the bubblegum won’t last
We’ve got to thank Allah
Before our chances go past!
Credits to Dawud Wharnsby for that ^
Non identical twins.
Sometimes we need to ignore the buildings and stare at the vast skies.
SubhanAllah! Just take deep breath and say SubhanAllah!
The summary of a hadith tells us that for every time you say SubhanAllah a tree is planted for you in Jannah. ❤
Those trees will be better than the trees below. XD
I feel sorry for people who are blind or colour blind.They cannot see all that we see.
Actually,being honest I feel more sad for people who have good eyes but don’t bother to see the beauty that is placed above their heads. 😦
They are,in a way deprived of the joy that you earn when you take the time to look up and an ahmazing sky awaits you.
Finally you are near the end mon amie.Bravo! When I showed the following picture to my friend I accidentally ended up writing this.At first it was just one sentence but I just continued.
Looking at the sky gives us a sense of freedom though us humans cannot take flight.
Just imagine those people who sleep under the open sky because of bombs,or reborn hatred.
Their sky?The sky that was to be a sign of freedom turns into flames.All the memories build in there countries through the ages, burn within them as they gaze at the vast sky,lost in thoughts move swiftly to dream land which is their short period escape from reality.
~Nov 11, 2015
The fact is that we don’t even share the same sky with them most of the time. 😦
We need to erase the hatred created amongt us.
Although we cannot live the way they do or even think the they way do.We are still bonded by ropes of hope and knots of humanity.This is what keeps us going!
Let me know what you think of this.
I wont lie to you people.I did not do this myself,I needed help with choosing pictures.:P
Have a nice day.Oh and do NOT forget to look up and say hi to the sky!