Yesterday a man I just met, recited a version this poem. The circumstances and story of his life are such that it was all the more meaningful to me:
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah’s design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
ALLAH opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah’s design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I’ll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows.
I’ll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
I was so impressed by this poem. It is a reminder that present circumstances are not all they seem; and that I have a good life, as long as I don’t interfere with it.