Bismillah..

"dan janganlah kamu memberi (dengan maksud) memperoleh (balasan) yang lebih banyak."
Al-muddatsir,74 : 6

Walking down the passage way, towards the prayer room, i stood transfixed.
Before my eyes were glorious hues of red, orange, blue..with depth, with intensity..shone against tiled buildings, enhanced the colour of plants..the colour of flowers, white, red..

The plants had grown, since the last time i saw them.
A buried voice resurface.
it speaks.

Time had changed.
These hallway, these vending machine..meant little to me now. How did it turned that way?
While i was always there, i was always missing it, reminiscing it but while i was away..
I can still admire the lines, the window-panes..the sketch of life right from canvas..and yet it was..still.
Like an empty vessel.

Then i saw those plants..and something changed.
Great change doesn't occur with loud voices and argument, rather with silence..of listening. of doing good things unspoken..let only Allah knows.

... (to be continued)