I am a beautiful red rose in a garden where there are only roses. Aha! I feel so happy when I see the immaculate beauty that I and my friends are. When I see the beauty of my friends around me, I can well imagine how beautiful I also must be, for, after all, we are all alike.
People come to this garden and appreciate each and every one of us and we feel as happy as punch. I feel the happiest, as I am the largest rose of a bright red color and all visitors point to me and then I feel as though I am on top of the world.
When I hear the conversations of the visitors, that describes our beauty, and especially mine, I become very happy at both how beautiful I am, and the beauty of my others friends as well.
All around me there are roses of different colors, there are red roses that are the same color as mine while some are pink, white and even black. We belong to one family and that is the rose family. I’m very happy to see other roses and they spread the charm and beauty in their surroundings.
The garden in which we stand is one of the university gardens. There are many of gardeners that take care of us. Daily they come early in the morning to look after us, giving us water and keeping us clean and tidy. The gardeners are very kind and they protect us from the enemy, especially those people who try to harm us by plucking our delicate petals or pulling us from our plants.
One day some stray boys came to the garden and they plucked some of my friends’ roses and that made me feel really sad. I became very restless while some boys stole one of my friends, a white rose, which is not good for us as stealing itself is a sin. It shocked me that in the human species there are several kinds of people and each has a different nature, some good, kind and compassionate,, while others are selfish and careless.
Day after day people will come daily to watch us, observing our natural beauty. One day a university student came and she plucked me from the plant which really caused me to feel some pain. She took me from my plant, kept me for herself. Though she is very kind and always caring me, time passed and I became less beautiful to her eyes. Soon she became fed up with me, tired of looking at my weakening state, my petals no longer glowing in the sunshine, the color not so rich and even though I tried my best to show her the inner beauty that still existed, she finally gave up on me and threw me into a corner of her house. As I lay there in the corner, losing my strength with every passing moment, her mate came home and threw me away into the trash. That was my last day, but my heart had already left me long before.
I wish I could struggle for life more but my time had passed.
MORAL: One shouldn’t be disheartened, believe in yourself, work hard.
by Muhammad Usman Khan Musazai