There are times when I find myself lying on my bed and staring into the sky. I really like the window in my room. It's not like the others in this house. It would evince the sky whenever I look through it...
My room :)
It was just the other day when I began to appreciate the ipseity of my room. I was lolling on my bed and the sudden sight of the blue sky above caught my eye. I got up and rested my head directly below it so I can have a better perspective through that diagonal glass.
And that was when I saw them - white fluffy clouds began to hover above. I closed my eyes for a while and when I looked to the sky again, the clouds were a few centimetres away. They're drifting gracefully; slowly but surely. As one cloud passes, another one comes into view; in dissimilar shapes and sizes. I wonder, how many diminutive things in life that I often fail to notice.
The fluffy silhouettes served as a memento for me to be regardful of the greatness of Allah. Why is it so hard for people to cherish these little yet evocative things in life?
Maybe it's because clouds are part of the splendour of the skies.
Maybe it's because we're different.
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