The sky

Looking at the clouds and contemplating upon them, and asking why didn't Allah create clouds in a certain order everyday? Like placing the clouds in a certain shape, Maybe because through the clouds' disorder we see how beautiful is it, we love clouds, even though they're changeable and not in a certain order. Maybe Allah is sending us an indirect message that we can see beauty too through our changeable disordered lives? Or another message that we would've been bored now if our lives was in a certain shape, we would've lost sense of life if it was unchanging, if things just stayed the way they're forever, it would've been unbearable. Appreciate the life you have no matter how changing and disordered is it. Somewhere, somehow, there's beauty in it just as there's beauty in the disordered clouds in the sky.

Details

We don't pay attention to the details, even though they're capable of making enormous changes. We tend to think it's just luck or just coincidence, but it's actually not. Everything is well planned. Details is part of the plan, one of the most important parts. We need to start analysing things, looking through them. We need to stop taking everything for granted and stop being superficial. 

I know that being analytic is hard, but it definitely pays off. Seeing things from a different perspective is interesting and sometimes life changing. So pay attention to the slightest details.

A flower to my Lord

It's known that when someone hurts his beloved the very least he can do is bringing him a flower, a flower that holds all the unspoken words and all the sorrys that have been kept inside.
A flower that says "I know I upset you, but can you forgive me this time?"
So I'm giving a flower to my Lord, a flower that holds all the things that failed to be spoken by words, holding the kind of language that only He can understand. Only between me and Him.
I know I gave you so many flowers before and then screwed everything again and again, but I also know that You're so merciful that you'll accept this flower. A flower that carry all the sorrys, regrets and tears, a flower that carry all the love words that is incomparable to the love language that lovers share with each other.
However, a flower is not enough, not even the world's best land is enough for You, but I know that You'll forgive me this time. I just know cause you're Al-Ghafoor and Al-Haleem. At last, I wish this is the last sad flower I'll give to You.