Assalamualaikum.
Hello everyone.How are you all? I am fine by the grace of almighty. Hope you are also fine.
One of the memories that still lingers in my mind at the beginning of my college life is a special rose I saw in a small nursery next to the college. It was completely different from ordinary roses. Although it was a red rose, its shape was different. The number of thin, soft petals was not many, only 5 to 7. Each petal was arranged in such a way that it seemed as if nature had carefully crafted it.
The most striking thing was the variety of its colors. The rose was red from the outside, but as you roll your eyes inward, you can see a wonderful yellow glow in the middle. It was like that sweet moment before sunset, a little golden light in the red sky. The mixture of these colors made the flower mysterious and enchanting.
That day, I stood in the nursery and stared at that rose for quite some time. Although there were many beautiful flowers around, I had never seen any flower that touched my heart like this rose. The owner of the nursery said that this type of rose is very rare, and it does not survive without care. Maybe that is why its beauty seemed so sensitive and profound.
Even after all these years, when I think of roses, it is not an ordinary rose that comes to mind, but that flower with thin petals, made of a wonderful blend of red and yellow. It was like a silent work of art of nature, soft, sensitive and unique. It seems that that rose is still somewhere, a silent witness of my adolescence.
