Once upon a time, there was a little bird. He had no name and no voice.

He spent his days praying, and his nights contemplating the beauty of all that has been given and created by Allah.

He was grateful for everything, even in his emptiness.

Then one day, in the Garden of Paradise, he came upon the most beautiful of all creations: the Rose. But she was only a Tulip then, a small bud.

Yet he could already see in his heart that she was most beautiful.

And she could see in her heart that he was most beautiful too.


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