Today another petal falls.
Her fragile body softly hitting the ground, embracing it with her brilliance, with her magnitude.
Today the roots cry.
Another petal added to the list of those who have been picked apart by aggressive hands, and cold stares.
The roots are afraid, that tomorrow, they may lose another petal.
And the petals fear that if they shine too bright, then they too will fall prey, that they too will be separated from their roots.
إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ
This world is so ugly, and you Nabra are a gem. May Allah grant you Jannah.