That moment... and
that delicate soul... that when I hold them in my hands I feel them laughing
and fluttering with their leaves... I like to imagine that they have a charming
voice... I like to imagine their happiness when I make a new house for them or
water them or wash their leaves... I like that soul that exalts Allah by his
praise and I like to imagine their sound chanting with exaltations that no one
knows but Allah... I adore those little souls and I adore taking care of
them...
With all my love...
Randa...
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