Think of a rose. Can you imagine it .Can you see what color is it? Can you feel
the touch of it petals… Not many of us dislike roses.. in fact roses are symbol
of beauty. Wouldn’t you think, that roses not only a symbol of beauty but it is
symbol of love and appreciation to our other half.
a man unites with his woman in marriage, its like acquiring a rose or he see
his woman as pretty as the rose or prettier that a rose. That perception it can
last.. Not just a year, it can be longer. Let us leave to husbands to give an
answer to that. The beginning is the
marriage and it is for those of you who are still married out there. It is a spectacular
journey; both husband and wife work on their relation constantly and being
resilient. Some of us need to hold on our other half, so that marriage remains
an iron poll. Some of us, we find ourselves in a shaky relation that a small
stir of the water, can flip us out of the boat.
story is no different as a woman; I wanted to be the rose in his hand…to be
cushioned softly in his hand. I wanted to be His Rose. I was so focused being a
rose that did not pay attention that we were out there in that shaky boat and
got tripped falling apart. I somehow made it to shore, but a different shore from
him. Did not drown yet battered, through storms of separation. The ugly word is
was our life and now separates lives, had fallen.. Petals shattered. Picking
petals may be easy but no one can glue torn petals. The reality stared at me
that no one can amend a shredded life and I’m no longer His Rose within his
beauty of rose, that it is plucked from a plant. The plant still grows…Our soul
is just like a plant. One day it striked me, that one phase of that piece of
rose needs to be thrown. Yet, just like a plant, we begin again a new journey,
learning to grow. So growing little by little of being on my own, and faith was
the sunlight. No matter how small is the plant, it can only reach out to the
light. I felt the blessing of God little
by little pouring in me, to gain energy to grow. My family, kids and friend were
the nourishing water to continue the journey to grow.
I stand here witnessing my own growth, it became crystal clear that I can only
be myself and blossoming being me. Neither his nor anyone’s rose, I stand here
right before you being in myself skin plainly a rose of my own.
For all of you out there, let us be truthful to our wives and our girls. That
she is a rose of her own not her father’s rose not her husband’s rose. She can
only blossom by herself, so when that hands of yours due to anything
disappears. She will still stand by herself continue the journey on her own.
copyright 2015 Nasra Al Adawi