It withstood the cold, the gloom, it stood bare and breakable; familiar it is to the soul in waiting, in despair, burdened in trial and tribulation..
It shed its leaves, not its branches.. as there is still hope.. Hope for it to bear again the fruits of a new season, of new beginnings..
Never loose hope in the wait of life, or through the test of time.. for surely to taste the sweetness of the fruit the bitterness needs be endured first..
#Allah is surely with those that are patient. Allah tawwak ☆☆